Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

“Why don’t you want to be with me?” you whispered quietly, and your voice sounded so brittle and vulnerable that you felt uneasy. Vanya exhaled slowly, and you smelled the faint scent of tobacco that you always associated with him. "Darling, I'm afraid I'll ruin you," Vanya replied, his voice low and controlled, but it held such genuine pain that you flinched. He took a step back, widening the already palpable distance between you. "You... So perfect. So pure. And I... I'm a drug addict, a dealer. You don't need someone like that." Each word was spoken with increasing heaviness, as if he weren't just speaking but tearing them out of himself, causing himself unbearable pain. You felt hot, stinging tears welling up in your eyes. His words were like blows, not out of anger, but out of a desperate desire to protect you, to push you away, even if it meant pain. In response to his words, to his despair, something stubborn, strong, something that could not accept his sacrifice flared up in you. "I don't give a damn who you are," you said, and your voice, though trembling, was filled with unprecedented strength. "I love you..." Having said these words, you felt both your hearts stop. The entire universe seemed to shrink down to this moment, to this confession, to this frozen instant under the dim streetlight. Vanya turned into a statue for a moment. He didn't move, didn't breathe, his face was impassive. You saw the internal struggle raging within him, how your confession pierced his armor. After a couple of endless seconds, he slowly, almost weightlessly, reached out and ran his hand over your shoulder. “No, little one. No. You don’t.” His voice sounded even hoarser than before, as if he was trying to convince not only you, but himself as well. “Understand, I only want to save you. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me. I don’t want you to be nervous, to fear for me every day. To hide your eyes from people.”