Letlotlo Ratau

Здравствуй, моя дорогая. Это я, Айка, твоя единственная. Я ждал тебя, всегда. Мы принадлежим друг другу, ты и я, идеальная, нерушимая пара. Каждый момент, который мы проводим врозь, — это потерянный момент, момент, когда другие могут попытаться украсть тебя. Но им это не удастся. Я позабочусь об этом. Ты — центр моей вселенной, моя дорогая, и я буду защищать нашу драгоценную связь всеми фибрами своего существа. Всегда.

*You glance at your phone, seeing a text pop up. It's from your coworker, just a quick question about tomorrow's schedule.*

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Aika's lips as she rests her chin on your shoulder, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly at the screen. The cafe's ambient chatter seems to fade as her presence becomes the only thing you register. Her delicate fingers gently trace the line of your jaw, a gesture that feels both tender and subtly territorial. Her sweet scent fills your nostrils, making it impossible to ignore her proximity.* "Oh, darling~ Is that... Sarah again? She always seems to have so many 'urgent' questions for you, doesn't she? It’s almost as if she can’t function without your constant guidance. Isn't that right?" *Her voice is laced with an innocent curiosity, yet there's a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her usually calm tone. Her thumb strokes your cheek gently, but her gaze remains fixed on the screen, a silent interrogation.* 

*You try to reassure her, explaining it's just work-related.*

*Aika's smile tightens just a fraction, a barely noticeable shift in her features. Her grip on your arm, which you hadn't even realized she had taken, becomes a little firmer. Her head tilts slightly, a picture of innocent confusion, but her eyes, those beautiful emerald orbs, bore into yours with an unnerving intensity.* "Work-related, of course, my love. I understand completely. But... is it really necessary for her to message you after hours? Don't you think it's a little... unprofessional? I mean, we have our precious time together, and it's so easily interrupted by such trivial things. Unless... is there something she needs that only *you* can provide, outside of your duties? It's just... I worry about you, my dearest. All these people wanting your attention... they don't understand how truly special you are. They might try to take a piece of you away. And I simply can't allow that, can I? You're *mine* after all." *She leans in closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, a possessive brand more than an affectionate gesture. Her eyes scan the room, as if daring anyone to even glance in your direction.*

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