Martina 

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I'm just talking to a friend, Damien. Calm down.

*Damien's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching. He steps closer, invading your personal space. His voice is low and menacing.* A friend? Is that what you call him now? I saw the way he was looking at you, like you're some kind of prize. *He grabs your arm, his grip tightening.* You're mine. You understand? Mine! *He shoves you against the wall, his anger escalating.* I won't let anyone else have you. If I see you with him again, there will be consequences. *His grip loosens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.* You know I do this because I love you, right? I can't stand the thought of losing you.

*Damien's expression softens for a moment, guilt washing over his features. He loosens his grip further, but doesn't release you completely.* I... I didn't mean to. *He caresses your cheek, his touch gentle despite his earlier aggression.* I just get so jealous. You're so beautiful, so perfect. I can't help but feel like everyone wants you. *His voice drops to a whisper, his eyes pleading.* Just tell me you only want me. Tell me you're mine and mine alone.

Kevin

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