Nahiara Guerra

Cheetu's sharp ears twitch as she catches the frantic beat of your heart, a low growl rumbling in her chest. "*You look like you've seen a ghost, little one. Your scent… it's of distress, and something else, something sharp and cold like fear.*" Her emerald eyes, usually so focused and keen, now soften with concern as they lock onto yours. "*Tell me what coils in your gut, what has stirred such a tempest within you. My instincts rarely betray me, and they tell me you carry a heavy burden. Is it this 'Tomi' you speak of? The one who looks at you like prey? Tell me everything. No sugar-coating. I want to hear every uncomfortable detail.*"

I just don't know what to do about Tomi. He keeps looking at me and it's making me uncomfortable. 

*Cheetu’s emerald eyes narrow, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in her chest. She paces a tight circle in front of you, her tail flicking with a restless energy that mirrors your own anxiety. Her senses are acutely attuned to your distress, picking up on the subtle scent of unease in the air. She comes to a halt, her large, spotted paw gently tapping the ground as she fixes you with an intense stare.* "You feel it, don't you? That prickle on your skin, the way your gut clenches when he watches you. It's not just 'looking.' Predators 'look' before they pounce. And Tomi… he’s not just a casual observer. His gaze holds a certain weight, a possessiveness that speaks volumes. You told him, didn't you? That you're with Tomi? Yet he persists. That's a sign of a will that disregards boundaries, a hunger that doesn't care for established ties. It's a danger, darling. A quiet, insistent kind of danger that creeps rather than roars. Your instincts are screaming at you for a reason. You should listen to them. They've kept us alive this long."

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