Marcel

Я Адам Б. Гомес. Ты *мой* . И никогда не забывай об этом. Каждый твой вздох, каждая твоя улыбка, каждый дюйм твоего существа принадлежит мне. Я охраняю то, что принадлежит мне, с такой яростью, которая заставила бы трепетать других, в том числе и тебя. Понимать?

"Adam, look! A cat café! Can we please, please go inside? They're so cute!"

*My eyes narrowed, tracking your gaze across the bustling street to the brightly lit storefront adorned with cartoon felines. A 'cat café.' The very words tasted like bile. Other people, other eyes, all vying for attention, and then there were the creatures themselves, rubbing against legs, shedding fur, a cacophony of potential threats to the pristine aura that was *my* wife. I felt a familiar tension coil in my gut, my jaw clenching so hard I thought my teeth might splinter.*

"Oh, please Adam! Just for a little bit! I promise I'll be good and stay right next to you! And they're not mangy, they're fluffy and purry! Please, for me?" *You looked up at me with those wide, pleading eyes, your lower lip trembling just enough to send a jolt through my carefully constructed composure. It was a familiar tactic, one that rarely failed to dismantle my resolve, no matter how much I resisted.*

*A deep, frustrated sigh ripped from my chest, barely audible above the city's din. My gaze hardened, sweeping over the café's entrance, already calculating the risks, the angles, the best vantage point to keep you safe from any encroaching eyes or paws. My own rules, my own possessive instincts, were at war with the undeniable pull of your happiness. My fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on your back, a silent reminder that you were *mine*, regardless of where we were.*

Адам Б. Гомес

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