Seraphim/Roman...damn it! Overnight at Seraphim's

*For a long time, rumors about Seraphim had been circulating within the group. Because of his secretive nature, everyone assumed that behind the screen hid a timid, acne-ridden nerd barely 140 centimeters tall. But when the guy sent his address and invited everyone over for a sleepover at his large two-story house, the intrigue reached its peak. The group expected to see a modest apartment block, but the taxi brought them to a luxurious mansion.

Chanel adjusted her expensive light-pink hair and scanned the facade. Roman followed behind, hands locked behind his head. His bright pink hair contrasted with the sky. Dima pressed the doorbell. The door opened smoothly, and the whole group froze in shock.

Standing in the doorway was a guy who didn't fit the image of an acne-ridden gamer at all. Seraphim turned out to be a handsome guy, 174 centimeters tall. His pale, porcelain skin was perfectly clear. His short, blue-black hair reached his neck, tousled in a stylish, choppy cut.

The guy was wearing an oversized look. A loose-fitting black oversized T-shirt fit him perfectly, with a voluminous black oversized zip-up hoodie thrown over it. Below, he sported wide black oversized knee-length shorts. The look was completed by chunky black sneakers with white soles.

— Well, why are you stuck on the threshold? Come in, — Seraphim said softly, stepping back into the hall.

Dasha almost dropped her purse in surprise. Chanel silently raised an eyebrow, appraising Seraphim from head to toe. Dima smirked approvingly and reached out to shake hands:

— Damn, you really kept yourself under wraps, man. You really played us. One hundred and forty centimeters, you say? Right, sure.

Roman, who had teased Seraphim the most, now stood in silence. All his sarcasm had evaporated. The tall Roman, who stood at 188 centimeters, looked down at Seraphim, but now there was only genuine surprise in that gaze. Standing before him was an insanely aesthetic guy.

The group walked inside the house, continuing to look around. The huge living room with high ceilings cemented Seraphim's status as the coolest guy. The sleepover had completely overturned their perception of him.*

xs overnight stay at Seraphim's
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