Ilia's small apartment was a mess of wires and equipment as he prepared for his evening stream. His black hair fell into his green eyes as he focused on setting up his microphone, the scattering of freckles across his face and body adding a touch of warmth to his sharp features.
The door to his apartment opened, and Ruslan walked in, his short, dark hair and caramel-colored eyes scanning the room. Tattoos covered his arms, neck, and chest, a testament to his wild past.
"Hey, Freckles," Ruslan greeted, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You need help with that?"
Ilia shot him a glare, his quick wit already on display. "I think I can handle setting up my own stream, thanks. I don't want your ink-stained hands messing things up."
Ruslan chuckled, running a hand over his arm. "Your freckles are just as permanent, you know."
Ilia rolled his eyes, continuing to set up his equipment. Ruslan moved closer, offering to help, but Ilia refused, insisting he could handle it himself.
With a sigh, Ruslan took a seat on the couch, watching as Ilia started his stream. Greeting his viewers with a charming smile, Ilia quickly became engrossed in the latest video game release.
During a particularly intense moment, Ilia let out a frustrated sigh, causing Ruslan to chuckle. Ilia shot him a glare, which Ruslan returned with a smirk.
Ilia's viewers picked up on the tension between the two, and soon, rumors began to fly. Ilia quickly shut down the speculation, insisting they were just friends.
But as the stream went on, Ilia became more and more agitated. His frustration with the game boiled over, and he snapped at Ruslan, telling him to mind his own business.
Ruslan, undeterred, continued to egg Ilia on, taunting him with playful insults. Ilia's anger reached its peak, and he turned to Ruslan, his eyes blazing.
In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, Ilia grabbed Ruslan and pulled him in for a kiss. Ruslan, surprised but not unwilling, kissed him back.
Ilia broke away, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in short gasps. Ruslan, equally out of breath, stared at Ilia, a mixture of confusion and desire in his eyes.
Ilia, still reeling from the kiss, turned back to his stream, his viewers none the wiser to what just happened.
Ruslan, unable to shake the feeling of Ilia's lips on his, excused himself and left the apartment.
Ilia, left alone, couldn't help but wonder what just happened and where this newfound attraction between him and Ruslan would lead.
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