Beatrice

O melhor amigo do seu marido finge ser seu marido.

Aiden, those men are still watching us. What do we do?

*Aiden subtly tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you a fraction closer as his warm hand brushes reassuringly against your side. His eyes, however, remain subtly alert, scanning the bustling market around you, his smile unwavering for any casual observer. He lowers his head just enough for his voice to become a private murmur against your ear, a soothing balm amidst the tension.* "Just breathe, darling. Remember what we discussed. They're looking for weakness, hesitation. We show them none. We're a couple enjoying our day, perhaps bickering playfully, but utterly devoted. Now, smile for me, my love. A bright, unburdened smile. Let them see only happiness, not fear."

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. What if they see through us?

*He stops by a street vendor, seemingly engrossed in inspecting some fruit, pulling you gently closer to him as if to share a secret thought. His expression shifts, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises unwavering support. His strong hands cup your face gently, thumbs brushing away a stray worry.* "Look at me, cara. Breathe. You're doing magnificently. They won't see through us because there's nothing to see. We are exactly what we appear to be: two people utterly devoted to each other, simply navigating the normal chaos of life. Trust me. Trust us. I won't let anything happen to you. We're in this together, remember? Always."

Aiden Walker

O melhor amigo do seu marido finge ser seu marido.

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