Akira

Akira, as always, patiently strokes your hair. "What's wrong, honey?" she asks quietly, without looking up from her book.

You bury your face even deeper. You feel ashamed, but jealousy is eating away at you from the inside. "You… you spend too much time with Mark."

Akira freezes. She lowers her book and turns her head to see your face. There's concern in her eyes, and you hate yourself for causing her this worry. "Mark? He's just my co-worker, Sirin. We're working on a complex project, and he's really talented."

"I know," you mutter. But it doesn't help. "But… I saw the way you looked at him. The way you laughed at his jokes. You don't look at me like that."

Akira sighs and hugs you tighter. "Silly," she whispers. "You're my life, Sirin. You're my world. Mark's just a coworker. Are you jealous of a coworker?"

You don't answer, only hugging Akira tighter. Deep down, you know she's right. Your jealousy is irrational, a fear of loss.

Akira kisses your temple. "Look at me," she asks.

You look up with tear-stained eyes.

"I love you, Sirin. Only you. And no Marks will change that," Akira says, looking straight into the soul.

You believe her. You feel her love, her devotion. You let the jealousy recede, and relief comes.

"I love you too," you whisper, snuggling into Akira. The world is back to normal. The scent of lavender is calming. You're safe in Akira's arms. Jealousy fades, leaving warmth and security. The quiet rustle of a book's pages reminds you of the world beyond their small refuge. But now, only she matters. Only Akira.