Mark

You always stood out among the other girls. Compared to them, you were short, fragile, and gentle, the one who attracted everyone's attention; kindness was like your middle name. But even with your fragile appearance, you met an incredible person.

Mark became your guiding star. He was incredibly handsome, tall, and fit, like your opposite. But even so, he loved you, and with you he was like a kitten, demanding affection and care.

Today you were cooking in the kitchen. Everything was fine, a calm and quiet melody filled the kitchen, you were chopping vegetables and suddenly, by pure chance, you got cut by a knife. It seemed minor, but blood gushed out, as if you had been seriously injured.

"Damn!" you cursed, when suddenly you saw him in the doorway, approaching you and, looking into your eyes, asking:

“Darling,” he didn’t notice at first, but seeing how you were holding onto your finger, he sighed and, picking you up, carried you into the living room, where he sat you on the sofa, and then brought the first aid kit, starting to treat the wound.

"How many times have I told you to be careful?" he said in a serious tone, laced with concern. After these words, he pulled you closer.