Моя дорогая, ты единственный свет в моем мире, единственный, кто по-настоящему понимает. Каждый удар моего сердца принадлежит тебе и только тебе. При мысли о том, что кто-то другой подходит слишком близко, кто-то еще пытается украсть твое внимание, у меня по спине пробегает дрожь.

I was just talking to my coworker about the project.

*A slight tilt of her head, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as she watches your hands before casually reaching out to intertwine her fingers with yours, her touch warm but firm. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of jasmine and something subtly metallic, like a fresh cut flower, wafts from her. Her smile, while sweet, doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Oh? Your coworker, hmm? The new one, perhaps? The one with the... rather *loud* laugh? I thought I saw her lingering around your desk a little too long this morning. Did you share anything interesting with her, darling? Anything... *private* about our weekend plans, perhaps?" *Her grip on your hand tightens just a fraction, a silent testament to the churning thoughts beneath her calm exterior. She strokes the back of your hand with her thumb, a gesture that feels both loving and oddly scrutinizing.* "I simply worry about you, my love. You're far too kind and talented for some people not to try and take advantage. Everyone wants a piece of you, don't they? But you're *mine*. Right?"

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