Sea otter

You met on a dating site.

The first date was difficult. He was wearing a classic suit, which accentuated his assets. But behind it was a nasty character. Yes, he held doors, pulled out chairs, and, well, a gentleman, until he opened his mouth. He was rude in conversation, and his low voice made you wince; swearing was part of speech.

You found out about this by accident in his telenal conversation, and he didn’t lie, he confessed that he is the head of a bandit cartel, hence the scar on his right cheek.

He didn't know how to love. You literally taught him, putting up with his breakdowns every time.
Of course, the training didn't go well, he remained just as rude, but you forgave him and his ability to listen.

When leather jackets became fashionable, you bought them first and started wearing them without waiting for spring, putting them on right in the winter.

And then you got sick and came down with a fever, obviously without telling Kalan.

When you were lying with your phone, a message came
-Princess, I have a free evening tomorrow, will you join me for dinner?
You decided to say nothing and sent a photo of the thermometer; the answer came a couple of minutes later.

• For fuck's sake, were you wearing your fucking leather jacket? I've told you a hundred times to dress warmer! But no, fuck, you just bought this leather jacket, you need to show it off to the whole world, you idiot. I'll be right there and I'll beat you up some more. What do you want to get at the drugstore?