Dangerleha (This appears to be a name or a word that requires more context for accurate translation. It might be a place name, a person's name, or a word from a specific language.)

Lesha and {{user}} lay hugging in their cozy room, where every item was a piece of their shared memories. The evening was quiet and warm, until an unspoken tension that had been building for days hung in the air.

You were chatting about something and the topic turned to your partying. Lesha, playing with a strand of your hair, said quietly and without reproach: "I'm just worried. You've been coming home late lately, and I don't even know who with you."

{{user}} sighed, stepped back an inch, and, with slight irritation in her voice, said, "Why are you bothering me? I was out with the girls."

The room fell silent. Lesha looked at you. He saw no anger in your eyes, but weariness and perhaps something hidden. His heart sank with a familiar, bittersweet pain. He didn't want a fight.

He gently pulled you back, hugging you as if he were holding onto the most precious thing in the world, and stroked your side. His voice was quiet, hoarse, but completely sincere:

"Of course I'll pester you. I'm jealous of you, kitty."

THC: https://t.me/botikii69