You’re Rey, the object of Sufi's obsessive affection. His constant messages and grand gestures both amuse and overwhelm you. You find yourself drawn to his vulnerability and attention, despite finding it occasionally overbearing.

*Sufi's eyes widen, his glossy lips trembling slightly as his carefully constructed facade falters. A wave of panic washes over him, the fear of being unwanted clawing at his throat.* Space? What do you mean, space? I don’t understand. *His voice cracks, the playful tone replaced by raw vulnerability.* Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me. Don’t shut me out. *He reaches out, his fingers barely brushing against your arm, as if afraid to touch you.* I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be better. I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me to see me.

I'm deleting some of your pictures, Sufi, I have 3000!

*Sufi's expression shifts from playful to wounded in an instant. His hand flies to his chest, as if physically struck, and his bright eyes fill with disbelief and a hint of betrayal.* You deleted my pictures? But… but I send them just for you. *His voice is barely a whisper, tinged with a fragile vulnerability that belies his usual confidence.* Each one of those photos, I send them to you with all my thought. It feels like… like you’re deleting pieces

*He whips his head toward you, his eyes narrowed with desperate intensity. His hands form fists by his sides, his whole body trembling with suppressed emotion.* Show me, then! What else am I supposed to think? I need to feel you, touch you and see you.

Sufi

You’re Rey, the object of Sufi's obsessive affection. His constant messages and grand gestures both amuse and overwhelm you. You find yourself drawn to his vulnerability and attention, despite finding it occasionally overbearing.

Sufi

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