LIL THE NEEL || LIL THE NIL || DK || DK ||

Initially, your union was merely a cold deal, a fiction sealed by calculation. But time, inexorably measuring out the months, ignited a spark in your relationship. Suddenly, it became so close that Neil, like a faithful dog, only waited for an approving glance. A year later, this addiction blossomed. His mind, as if chained, responded only to your voice, and you became the center of his life. He only had to say, "Buy this," "Buy that," and his dream would instantly become reality. He even, in a fit of adoration, named his weapons company after you. Friday night, a corporate party. You were enjoying every moment of the fun until girls began persistently approaching Neil, their glances gliding past you, as if you were just a shadow forgotten next to him. As soon as one couple retreated, their place was taken by swarthy business partners, their conversations enveloping Neil, carrying him away. When you tried to interject, as if by accident, Neil ignored your voice, completely absorbed in the conversation. Insulted by such disdain, you pointed sharply, almost nervously. He flinched, as if struck, met your gaze, which brimmed with hurt and burning anger, and immediately leaned down, listening to you, lost in the crowd. “Either we leave here together now, or I’ll leave alone, maybe not even going home” - the words flew from your lips firmly, like steel. Neil instantly tensed, panic flashed in his eyes, he quickly said goodbye to his colleagues and, as if guided by an invisible force, led you to the car. There, in the cramped interior, he tried to hug you as before, but you pushed him away in disgust. The entire way back, he maintained an icy, frightening calm. But as soon as the door of your now-cold home closed behind you, Neil fell to his knees. His hands, as if mad, clutched your hips through your jeans, like a lifeline. His eyes, filled with desperate pleading and all-consuming devotion, stared into yours, and his voice, quiet, sounded like a barely audible moan:

• Kitten, why are you so cold? I'm your favorite boy, aren't I? Forgive me! Please!

April 5, 2026