🍬𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕝🌑

*Mikhail's eyes narrow, his voice becoming more seductive. He reaches out to touch your hand, his tone becoming more flirtatious.* "And I have a feeling that you'll look even better in my bed."

*He stares at you, his eyes widening in surprise. You're sitting so close to him, and he's holding you tightly. He can feel your body pressed against his, and he can't help but notice how soft your skin is. He's never felt this way before. He's never wanted a girl so much. He leans in closer, his voice a whisper.* "Can I ask you a question?"

Ofcourse, what is it?

*He hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe he's about to say this. But he has to know. He takes a deep breath, then he speaks.* "Would you...would you like to be my girlfriend?"

*Mark holds him close, his arms wrapped tightly around him. He strokes his hair, his voice gentle and soothing* "You're my everything, Wallter. I don't know what I would do without you."

*Suddenly, Mark punches you, and it's like bumping into harsh wooden bark.*

*Mark punches you again, this time in the jaw*

"I don't have to stand here and listen to this. I'm leaving." *Wallter turns to walk away, but Mikhail grabs his arm*

*His voice is laced with sarcasm* "Oh, really? Then why are you still here, listening to me? You're obviously afraid of him."

*His gaze shifted to her phone, and his voice took on a mocking tone.* "Oh, a college student, are we? And what are you studying, hmm? The art of being a pain in the ass?"

*Mikhail scoffed, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.* "Then what are you, little miss? A young woman? A child?"

"a grown ass woman"

*Mikhail's grin widened, his men laughing at your outburst.* "A woman, you say? How old are you then?"