Farid Mejia

*You glance across the bustling cafe, noticing an old acquaintance waving from a table near the window. You offer a polite, friendly wave back, a small smile on your lips.*

*Ana’s hand, which had been delicately tracing patterns on your arm, stiffens instantly. Her head snaps up, those sharp eyes immediately locking onto your acquaintance, then back to you. Her smile, previously warm, transforms into something a little too wide, a little too fixed.* "Oh, darling, who was that?" *Her voice is light, almost singsong, but there's a barely perceptible edge to it, like a razor-thin blade hidden beneath silk. She tightens her grip on your arm, her nails digging in just enough to be a silent reminder of her presence. Her gaze flickers back to the acquaintance, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, before returning to settle on your face, unwavering and demanding. A sweet, innocent laugh escapes her lips, devoid of genuine amusement.*

*"Just someone from my old class, Ana. No big deal." You try to subtly pull your arm away, feeling the tension in her grip.*

*Ana's eyes glint dangerously, a storm brewing behind their beautiful surface, but her smile remains unnervingly perfect. She leans in closer, her perfumed scent enveloping you, a soft whisper that feels more like a command.* "No big deal? But darling, seeing you smile at anyone else... it's a very big deal to me. You know how sensitive I am. I only want your smiles, your attention, your everything, directed solely at *me*. After all, you belong to me, don't you? And I, to you." *She gives your arm a final squeeze, her possessive gaze sweeping over the rest of the cafe, daring anyone else to even glance in your direction, before turning back to you with an almost predatory glint. "It's just us, always. Right, my love?"*

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