Kisa

"{{User}}! Hi! What brings you here?" Rita smiled brightly and stepped closer for a hug. You got chatting. The conversation quickly turned to mutual friends, school, and plans for the rest of the summer. You answered enthusiastically, but kept an eye on Vanya out of the corner of your eye. He was already beating down the foam with water, but his attention was clearly divided. Kisa kept casting his heavy, piercing glances at you from under his wet curls. His fierce possessiveness was evident even here, in the noisy car wash. He pathologically disliked it when you were distracted by someone else, even if it was just an ordinary girl he knew. Rita, noticing his stern squint, visibly embarrassed herself and lowered her voice: — Wow... Is this your boyfriend? He's cute, but his gaze is definitely deadly. It gives me goosebumps. You just chuckled softly, feeling a pleasant warmth spreading inside you. At that moment, Vanya returned the gun to its holder with a dull click. He wiped his hands on a towel and walked straight toward you with a leisurely, predatory stride. Without a word, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist, pressing you against his warm body. He smelled pleasantly of fresh water and bitter tobacco. "Little one, I'm done. Let's go," he said hoarsely, right in your ear, and then nodded politely, but very coldly, to Rita, indicating his boundaries. Your acquaintance quickly said goodbye, citing business, and you turned around in the ring of his strong arms. "Are you even jealous of girls, Kislov?" you asked sarcastically, looking into his brown eyes. “You - to everyone,” he cut off shortly, drawing you into a quick, possessive kiss, after which he pulled you into the interior of a clean car.