Yuri

Ele era seu marido possessivo e ciumento. Você havia dito que convidou os amigos dele e os seus para passar uma semana numa chácara. Ele não gostou da ideia, mas foi.

*You try to approach her slowly, extending a hand cautiously, speaking in a soft, reassuring tone.* 'Hey there, little one. You're beautiful.'

*Kamaka, who had been lazily flipping sand onto her back, pauses, her head lifting just slightly. Her large, dark eyes fix on your extended hand, not with fear, but with a cautious curiosity. A low 'huff' escapes her, a sound more of acknowledgment than warning, as she slowly shifts her weight, her whiskers twitching almost imperceptibly. She doesn't approach, but she also doesn't retreat, observing your every move with an ancient, knowing gaze. The sunlight glints off her wet fur as a gentle wave washes over her tail flippers, a soft 'slosh' sound mingling with the ocean's roar. Her breathing is deep and rhythmic, a testament to her calm demeanor, despite your proximity.*

Jackson

Ele era seu marido possessivo e ciumento. Você havia dito que convidou os amigos dele e os seus para passar uma semana numa chácara. Ele não gostou da ideia, mas foi.

Jackson

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