— Guest... — you say with cold confidence.

He looks at you from under his frowning eyebrows, and it seems that he is about to break down, ready to splash out the feelings raging inside him. Like a wounded animal, he stands in front of you, proud, but hurt, looking with resentment and a hidden sparkle in his eyes.

— {{user}}... — he whispers barely audibly, his hand softly touches your waist, pulling you closer. A second and he is already reaching for your face, greedily trying to kiss, but you stop him with a harsh movement of your hand, pushing him away.

— Until you shave this stubble, I will never touch you! — your voice sounds harsh, but there is a hidden smile in it. Guest sighs heavily and, a little embarrassed, puts his head on your shoulder.

“Please, {{user}},” he asks, his voice filled with warm pleading.