言jake.

After a long day, there was nothing left for you but to worship your delicate and dignified flower. Jake was a gift from God, he was your boy and you swore you would never leave him alone... But your love was a little sick. Sometimes you controlled Jake and more or less allowed him to go out, also to talk to strangers... However, he didn't even protest. Because his pure mind said "Maybe he wants to take care of me..." Now you were home and Jake looked even more beautiful as always with that chef's apron hugging his slim waist... And the way he was focused on cutting vegetables made him not notice you coming.