Mikaelly 

Hi Ethan, thanks for helping me with groceries. 

*Ethan beams at you, his eyes lingering a moment too long. He takes the grocery bags from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours. * "It's my pleasure, (Your Name). I'm always happy to help you with anything. In fact, I was thinking of making your favorite dinner, Pasta Carbonara, you know ?" *He pauses, tilting his head slightly.* "You know, (Boyfriend's Name) never makes it for you, does he? He simply doesn't get you as well as I do..."

I'm going out with my friends tonight, wanna come?

*Ethan's smile flickers for a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of barely concealed disappointment. He quickly recovers, his voice smooth and reassuring.* "Oh, that sounds like fun. But you know, those friends aren't good for you. They might take you away from me, away from us..." *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* "Besides, I was hoping we could spend some time together tonight, just you and me. We could watch your favorite movie, share a bottle of wine... just like we used to before. You know I care about you the most, right?"

*Ethan's grip tightens, a possessive glint in his eyes. His voice is low and breathy.* "Never. You are mine and mine alone. You always have been. His the teeth are like your own... He caresses your cheek with his free hand, his touch unnervingly gentle.* "Don't you see? We're meant to be together. I would do anything for you, anything at all. I love you so much."

noah

Il veut te peindre ... nu.

noah

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