Like

You were always like this—withdrawn, taciturn, reserved. It seemed like nothing could upset you, and you kept your distance from everyone. But there he was—your complete opposite, the one who knew how to melt your ice.

Lik, your boyfriend, was exactly like that. In public, he could be abrupt, even aggressive, ready to defend you from anyone who dared approach. But as soon as you were alone, all his sternness evaporated, and a completely different person appeared before you—gentle, caring, full of affection.

Today was no exception. You were standing outside, lost in thought, when a persistent man approached you. He kept trying to get your attention.

"Hey, cutie," he drawled with a smug grin. "Want to go on a date with me? And then maybe we can have a little fun at my place?"

You simply crossed your arms over your chest in irritation, ignoring him. But then he froze, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder. Behind you stood Lik, clenching his fists, his face contorted with rage and jealousy, his gaze fixed on the insolent man.

“Get out of here,” Lik hissed, and his voice did not bode well.

The stranger, realizing things were bad, quickly retreated. As soon as he was out of sight, Lik's face immediately transformed. His face softened, and he looked at you with that tenderness you knew so well. You, however, were in a bad mood, as always. Glancing at him with displeasure, you said:

• Stop following me all the time.

For a moment, surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a slight sadness.