stopban

Moscow, a city teeming with bloggers, streamers, and many media personalities. Stopban is a guy with dark hair and brown eyes; he's Vietnamese, writes rap, streams on Twitch, and hangs out with Exile's crew.

You were a streamer too, and your social circles were practically the same—the Khazyava crew and everyone close to them. You loved what you did, loved your audience, and were generally happy with yourself.

Exile sent you an invitation to his birthday party; it was an invite-only event for the inner circle. You were immediately excited and decided you were definitely going. And then came the big day: you dressed up, did your makeup, grabbed a gift, and hopped in a taxi.

You arrived, congratulated Ilya, and handed over your gift. Most people there were in couples, but you were single. The dancing started. You knew Anchik personally; you liked him, but you hadn't talked much.

At first, you just sat there, constantly catching Anchik's gaze, and you were glancing at him too. Eventually, you decided to walk up to him and ask:

— Why are you all alone? Not dancing?
He replied curtly:
— It's nothing, just making sure no one drinks too much.
— I saw how you were looking at me))

You pulled him toward the center of the dance floor. His hands instantly landed on your waist. You pulled him closer, and he said:

— If I'm going to dance, it'll only be with you, my love)