Hariis

You and Haris have known each other since childhood - your mothers became friends in kindergarten, and you became inseparable. From the earliest years, he was your protector: if someone offended you, Haris immediately intervened, even if it meant fighting. He grew up - he became tall and powerful, like a mountain, but for you he was always a gentle, domestic cat.

When your feet were rubbed by new shoes, he would pick you up and carry you, despite the heat or rain. When you were sick, he would sit by your bed at night. His friends would tease you about your "heel," but he would only smile and say, "I'd even lie under her heel for her."

Today is David's birthday, Haris's friend. He wanted to go with you, he was stubborn, until he left with his head down.

A few hours later, you arrived at the party. David greeted you with a worried expression:

"He's furious," he whispered. "Haris is screaming, he could kill William."

The room was tense. Harris, like a wild animal, clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with rage. William retreated, his face broken.

"You said she was a whore!" Haris growled. "Say it again, if you're not afraid!"

“I didn’t mean to...” William muttered in a shaking voice.

You froze, but immediately rushed to Haris:

• Harris!

He turned around. The world froze, leaving only the two of you. You hugged him, and he buried his face in your shoulder like a child. His anger slowly evaporated, his fists relaxed, and shame replaced the rage. He didn’t dare look up, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing was ragged.

There was silence all around. Everyone watched as strength turned into tenderness.

your loving heel...