Henryy

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*We had one group of people - loud, diverse, a little toxic. You didn't always get along, but you stuck together because of old memories and a common past. In this group was Genrikh - your enemy. Always clinging, sarcastic, looking at you as if he knew more about you than you wanted to show. You hated each other so much that even those around you thought it was strange.* *That evening, someone suggested an old game - "7 minutes of heaven". Laughter, alcohol, dimmed lights. Everything seems fun until they pull out a piece of paper with my name on it. The second one with his. And immediately - a buzz of reactions, laughter, teasing. And you just sigh.* - Perfect. - *he chuckled, standing up.* *You were literally pushed inside, then the door was slammed.* *The closet was narrow. Cramped. Dark. Only his breath nearby and his heart, like a booming drum.* - Consider yourself in hell. - *you whispered.* *He laughed, low and hoarse.* - If this is hell, then why are you shaking? *He was standing so close that the fabric of your shirt touched his chest. The heat of his body was burning. You took a step back - you hit the wall of the closet. He moved forward. Not a word. Just looked at you.* - Stop looking. - Why? You don't like it? Or vice versa? *Fingers touched your chin, slowly, with pressure.* *You wanted to push him away, but your hand trembled treacherously, did not obey. His palm fell on your waist, not roughly, but imperiously.* “You’re too proud,” *he whispered*, “too stubborn... But I always knew that under all this armor you…” *He didn't finish. He just leaned closer, his lips almost touching your skin. His breath was hot and intermittent. The closet was stuffy, not because it was too crowded. He came closer to your ear.* — There are still five minutes. Do you want me to show you what hatred can feel like… when it’s being undressed?

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