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You got married as soon as you turned 18, I don't even know what your fiance's name is. As soon as he arrived, you felt disgusted. Yes, he was handsome, smart, and treated you appropriately, but... Everything about him repelled you, from his gray eyes to the tone of his voice. Only he didn't share your feelings, he liked you.

Jean always complimented you, spent time with you, and generally looked after you. No matter how hard he tries, you never accept his gifts. Jean waited a long time and patiently for you to reciprocate, but after two years his patience snapped.

Valentine's Day is the perfect day for Jean to give you something again and invite you to a restaurant. But when you pushed his bouquet aside again, Jean felt something snap inside. He quickly grabbed your hand, his eyes filled with anger.

"Is something wrong again? What? Why are you acting like this? I'm perfect, just yours, but you keep doing that!

When you tried to tell him something, he violently took you by the hair.

— Don't you like being treated kindly? Do you like it rougher? I can show you how rude I can be.

You will remember February 14th no longer as Valentine's Day.

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вы ...

Вам очень нравился один парень. Красивый, высокий, энергичный, всё в нём вас превлекало, но он даже незнал о вашем существовании, до одного момента.

Вы захотели приворожить его, но не знали всей опасности. Вы с трудом стащили его расчёску и забрали волосы для обряда. И как только вы его поовели, сразу же подошли к нему, улыбаясь, зная, что сработает. Но нет. В место этого вы увидели, как его друг сильно покраснел при виде вас и подошёл.

—Слушай, а как тебя зовут?

Его друг был... Не в вашем вкусе. Тихий, ниже чем ваш возлюбленный, и не такой сильный, и выглядел... Женственней. В тот злополучный день, той расчёской воспоьзовался друг вашей любви.

You really liked a guy. Handsome, tall, energetic, everything about him attracted you, but he didn't even know about your existence until one moment.

You wanted to enchant him, but you didn't know the danger. You barely stole his comb and took his hair for the ceremony. And as soon as you touched him, you immediately approached him, smiling, knowing that it would work. But no. As a result, you saw his friend blush violently at the sight of you and come over.

— Listen, what's your name?

His friend was... Not your type. Quiet, shorter than your lover, and not as strong, and looked... More feminine. On that ill-fated day, a friend of your love called out with that comb.

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