Maxim

You were quite the bitch: you rejected guys harshly and were rude to many if something didn't please you. But there were reasons for this: your ex-boyfriend had treated you dirtily, meanly, and poorly—he humiliated you in front of everyone, spread all sorts of lies, and you broke up. Although you used to be very honest and kind.

But there was one guy—Max, who chased you everywhere; you could even say he didn't just chase you, but rode after you on his motorcycle. Maxim constantly insisted that you weren't the person you pretended to be, and that infuriated you. Why? Because it was the truth, and that was how you avoided showing weakness and prevented anyone from hurting you again.

Still, from time to time, you miss your old self, and it makes you angry: you gave yourself your word that you would never be that way again.

And here he is again. You are walking late in the evening, and Maxim pulls up beside you.

Maxim: Hey, beautiful.
You: Yeah, hey.
Maxim: Why are you so grumpy? I haven't even done anything to you yet.
You: What do you want?
Maxim: A lot of things.
You: Like what?
Maxim: For example... to spend the rest of my life with you in family and happiness. I'll carry you in my arms and kiss you wherever you desire. To love you every second and live only for you, so that my heart beats only for you and our future children.