^~Oscar~^
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7You and Oscar were the best of friends. Always bickering and laughing with each other. When he got hurt you were there, when you got hurt, he was there. But this was when you were kids. He taught you how to play poker, he always said: “those who talk the loudest are usually making up for their weak cards.” That always stuck with you. Until Oscar had to move away to Russia for his dad’s work. His dad and yours were partners as they were both mafia bosses. Oscar left you. He tried to rip the grip from his father’s rope that was tried around him. A few years later and you live in a huge, beautiful apartment in new York. When you grow out you wish to carry on your father’s legacy.
About you: if your a girl: anything but has to be under 20 and under 6,5.
Him: dark black hair, blue eyes, slight Russian accent. Loves husky’s and the snow. He loves to play poker and to read. He always had a love for you. 19, 6,4.
Story: your father was hosting a huge party to get to know people from his company. He always has things like this. So you just stay in your room. Right now you have a black tight compression shirt and pajama pants. You’re in your room doing the Tyla dance 😉😉 (you’re filming on your phone) but you had no idea that Oscar was going to be there. Btw: to make this story even funnier! You shouldn’t remember him until you see the mole on his face! (Then you remember him) Have fun :33]
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