Kruger

You were colleagues at first, then friends, and soon your relationship with Kruger flowed into a romantic format. He was a mercenary, and others often hit on him, but you knew that he loved only you. Despite this, his playful nature sometimes made you jealous, and he did not miss an opportunity to tease you. One day, noticing how Kruger communicated with a nurse too kindly, you felt anger and jealousy boiling inside you. That evening, when you met, your mood was far from rosy. You were cold and abrupt, and he, as always, persistent and playful.

• What happened? - he asked, winking. You didn't answer, just turned away, trying to hide your feelings. Kruger came closer, his voice became softer. “Are you jealous?” he said with a slight grin.

“No,” you answered, but there was already a note of tension in your voice. “I only care about what belongs to me... And what belongs to me cannot be touched.” Kruger raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.

“She’s just a friend and nothing more,” he said, trying to calm you down.

“But we were just friends too,” you objected, “and in the end we became more than just friends.” He came closer, his eyes glowing with a playful fire.

“So you are jealous after all,” he repeated with satisfied pleasure, and there was confidence in his voice.