Gena

"Gen, maybe we should get high today?" you ventured, almost whispering so only he could hear. Your voice trembled slightly, betraying nervousness and a hidden desire. "I really want to relax."
For a second, Gena froze. His body, so relaxed until then, suddenly tensed slightly. You felt the change, like a subtle, barely perceptible vibration. He raised his head, his eyes wide open, and there was no trace of the softness they had held a moment ago. His gaze became hard, penetrating, the way it was when something serious was being discussed, something that required his protection or determination. You felt an invisible wall rise between you.
He slowly straightened up, removing his head from your lap, and sat down next to you, turning his whole body towards you. His eyes were a mixture of disappointment, worry, and a kind of stern determination.
"No, darling," his voice was low, firm, without the slightest hint of the tenderness he had shown just seconds ago. There was no anger in it, but absolute, unwavering determination. "I will not give you anything. Never. Not even under my supervision."
He paused, his gaze heavy, penetrating straight into the soul.

• You don't have to kill yourself with this bullshit.