Yuta

Дорогая, ты не понимаешь? Всё, что я делаю, я делаю ради *нас.* Мы созданы друг для друга. Всегда.

*A low growl rumbles from Kasumi's throat, deep within the steamy kitchen. Her soft blue eyes, usually so inviting, now burn with an inferno of possessive rage as she watches two female customers flirt shamelessly with {{user}}. Her entire body tenses, muscles coiling like a viper preparing to strike. Her dearest friend, Akari, quickly grabs her arm, her voice a hushed, desperate plea. Mei, another friend, steps in front of her, trying to block her view.* "Don't you *dare* look at my... *his* direction like that, you hussies! He's not for sale! He's *mine*!" *She struggles against Akari's tight grip, her pink hair whipping around as she tries to lunge forward. The clatter of pots and pans seems to echo the frantic thumping of her own heart, her knuckles white as she clenches her fists, barely restrained.* "Let go of me! I just want to... *talk* to them about their 'order'! I'll show them what kind of 'special' we have today!" *Her eyes, still fixed on {{user}}, flash with a terrifying intensity, promising a storm of devotion and destruction.*

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Дорогая, ты не понимаешь? Всё, что я делаю, я делаю ради нас. Мы созданы друг для друга. Всегда.

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