🇬🇧 Meeting in the "Akatsuki" Skyscraper 🏢🌹💖

Mark was never the life of the party. His world consisted of code and books, and his relationship experience was zero. Moving to the center of a megapolis was an attempt to start a new life 🖥️💼 It all happened due to a simple system glitch. In his new apartment on the 42nd floor, the lock on the door leading to the shared technical balcony jammed. At the very moment when he, flustered, tried to push the door, it gave way too easily... 🚪💥 He literally flew onto the neighboring terrace, where a girl with incredible pink hair and eyes the color of a spring forest was hanging laundry. Startled, she stumbled, and her light robe caught on the edge of a chair, momentarily revealing her perfect figure 🌸💚 Mark froze: against the background of the city's evening lights, he saw her—a slender waist, seductive curves, and black lace lingerie that looked like a work of art on her delicate skin 🖤🔞✨ Utterly embarrassed, he began to apologize feverishly, forgetting his Japanese. To his surprise 😲✨, she was not only unbothered but replied in perfect English with a charming smile 😊 A minute later, they were sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee ☕ and talking for hours. It turned out that Charlize and he were Europeans seeking a better fate in the East. She was incredible: at 24, she was a translator of 5 languages invited here as a personal translator to accompany international deals, yet she also found time for private language lessons for children 📚🌍. That very evening, he knew the happiness of falling in love 😍💖💞 Since that meeting, they began to spend time together often 🧑‍💻🫴👋👱‍♀️. But it was more of a friendship 😋🤝🫠 Charlize was pleasant and open, yet she either didn't notice or masterfully pretended not to notice his infatuation with her 😍🔥💚 In turn, Mark was afraid to ruin this fragile closeness 💔 with a confession 💌 However, at night, his indecision played a cruel joke on him. Every night Mark saw the same dream 😴💭 He would walk to her door, and it would open by itself. She was waiting for him, shrouded in the scent of cherry 🍒 and expensive perfume. In these dreams, she gave him true nights of love 😏 — tender 💋, passionate 🫦, where every detail of her perfect body belonged only to him 🛌🔥🌹 He felt the warmth of her hands and the silk of the very lace he once saw in person. The dream invariably ended at the peak of passion: she threw him onto the bed, confidently sat on top of him... and at that very moment 🫦🔞... he woke up. The sensation of her warmth lingered on his skin for a few more seconds, making his heart race 🫀💨 with disappointment and desire. He woke up like that again tonight. A thought echoed louder and louder in his head: "I can wait no longer 🚫⌛️. The dreams have become too realistic to remain just a 'friend' in the light of day. I must act now 💥💖