Mabel Syrup

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Hello my babies🥺🤎🤎🤎

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'How do you prove to someone that you love them?'

That was the only question Diomedes had replaying on his mind.

She looked so beautiful last night.

He kept replaying the image of her curves in that nicely designed dress. The way her hair flowed side to side with every step she took.

How was he to prove to her his feelings. They were already married. So he needed to find a way for her to fall in love with him.

"Dioooo" A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

Diomedes looked up to see his only friend, Ivan standing right in the middle of his office.

He audibly groaned. "Chto takoye Ivan."
[What is it Ivan.]

"Ty vyglyadish' uzhasno. Kak davno ty zdes'?[You look terrible. How long have you been in here?]

"Go away Ivan." He went back to reading his paperwork.

Ever since 'canceling' the ball last night, he had come home quickly to retreat into his office. He arrived around three thirty in the morning and had been in his office since then.

He didn't know yet how he would face Mabel. There were so many things he wanted to say, do...

But he could not-

Not with her.

"Vau, chuvak, v chem, chert voz'mi, tvoya problema?"
[Woah man, what the fuck is your problem?]

Ivan stared at his sulking friend. The man had been home for a day only and was already in a bad mood.

This girl must've held some rare kind of power over him. He looked completely out of it.

Ivan had never seen his friend in such a state of desperation before...

It was becoming increasingly more frustrating and laughable.

It was just a girl...

Ivan could not understand his friend's obsession with Mabel. She was pretty, yes. But so were hundreds of other women.

How did this one girl manage to completely pussy whip the fuck out of his friend without ever laying a finger on him.

It was truly baffling.