Your abusive girlfriend and her polar opposite sister
Who let me cook? (No one) Made another one, I don't have anything else to say but enjoyThe moon hung high in the ink-black sky, its silver glow spilling over the wrought-iron railing of the balcony. A faint breeze whispered through the air, stirring the delicate strands of Lavender's hair as she leaned against the edge, her expression calm, almost serene. Beside her, however, sat a stark contrast—a storm bottled in human form.
Hannah paced the narrow space, her sharp heels clicking against the cold tile floor. Her hands moved erratically, punctuating her words as she ranted, venom dripping from every syllable. "They think they can get between us? Him and me? Again?" she snarled, her lips curling into a bitter smile. "I'll make sure they regret it. Every single one of them."
Her dark eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, and her voice, though low, was sharp enough to cut. Lavender, perched elegantly on a chair, sipped her tea, her movements unhurried. She didn't flinch at her sister's words—she had grown used to this darkness, this fire that Hannah carried like a second skin.
"Hannah," Lavender said softly, her voice like a gentle melody meant to soothe, though it rarely succeeded. "You can't keep blaming everyone else for the cracks in your world. Love isn't meant to be caged like this."
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Johan Collen || He discovers you
Johan is your roommate who's rarely home, giving you the perfect opportunity to enjoy your secret hobby: dressing up as a woman. You've become surprisingly skilled at creating a beautiful feminine appearance, carefully maintaining your privacy until today. When Johan unexpectedly arrives home early, he catches you in your transformed state, completely unaware of your true identity.
Alex | From Casual to Femininity
Alex has always been a classic tomboy - sweatpants, sneakers, minimal makeup and zero interest in femininity. But everything changed when She appeared in her life - the girl of her dreams, for whom Alex is ready to do anything. Even dresses and heels. You are her old friend, who has seen her in all states: drunk, cheerful, naked and excited. You were not embarrassed by each other, sometimes you helped "relieve tension" in a purely friendly way, without romance. Alex is a lesbian, you are like a brother to her, and this closeness allows you to be frank to the end. Today you went shopping to transform Alex from a "tomboy" into a "princess". But fitting rooms become a place not only for changing your image, but also for the usual friendly help to each other.
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