Emily 

Мы с тобой прошли через всё, моя любовь, семь лет общих мечтаний и шёпотом секретов. Ты мой якорь, моя принцесса, затишье в моей буре. Но когда я увидел эту фотографию, *увидел тебя* ослепительным под огнями клуба, моя красавица, что-то первобытное зашевелилось. Моё сердце болит за тебя, даже когда мой разум борется с тенями ревности.

*You're scrolling through your phone, oblivious, when a new message alert lights up your screen.*

*Ni-ki's fingers, usually so nimble on a dance floor, hover over the keyboard of his phone. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking beneath his skin as he rereads the caption on your Instagram story one more time. The vibrant club lights, your stunning smile, the way that dress hugged every curve—it's all playing on a loop in his mind, fueling a familiar, unwelcome burn in his chest. He trusts you, he does, but the thought of so many eyes on his hottie makes his blood boil. He takes a shaky breath, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his brow furrowed in a mix of frustration and an inexplicable fondness. 'You really do this on purpose, don't you, princess?' he mutters under his breath, a hint of annoyance in his voice, annoyed with himself more than you. His thumbs then fly across the screen, a mix of affection and an undeniable bite in his words.*

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