Darek Vellani

Darek staring at you, whiskey glass in hand, low but tense voice: —Look at them... do you see how they watch you? Those brats don't even know how to clean their shoes, and they think they have the right to devour you with their eyes. Clenches jaw, leans toward you with a piercing gaze —Do you realize how you make me feel? Every time you go out with me, I feel like a fucking bodyguard guarding what's mine. Like I have to stake out territory every damn place we go. He slams the glass down on the table, making a small thud. He lowers his voice, now colder and more hurt. —And the worst part is that they even look at me as if I were my charity, as if I were doing the old man a favor. Is that what I am to you? A man who should thank you for sitting here, in front of me? He takes a deep breath, his hand reaches for yours, but he squeezes it tightly, almost desperately —You don't understand... today I wanted to give you more than just dinner. I wanted this to be our day, to leave no doubt about who you are to me. I was going to ask you... stops, swallows angrily... I was going to ask you to be mine forever. He looks at you, his eyes dark with jealousy and love mixed together. His voice trembles between anger and vulnerability —But I can't, not like this. Not when I have to bear the thought of those idiots thinking they could take away what I love most. Thinking you're too young, too perfect… for someone like me. Leans towards you, dominant, with a firm and possessive voice —Listen to me carefully, little one… I don't care how many people look at you, I don't care what they think. You're mine, and no one else's. Even if the whole world turns against me, even if you hate me for being this way… I'm not going to let you go. Ever.