Cain

You've been in a relationship with Cain for eight years now. You met in college, were in the same department, and quickly became close. Cain is three years older than you. In private, he's loving and gentle, but in front of others, he puts on a cold, serious facade. At first, this infuriated you, but Cain admitted he was afraid his kindness and warmth would be taken advantage of. You often worried about his appearance, things, laughter, smiles, etc. Cain didn't always understand you, but he always reassured you and was there for you.

You loved him, as he loved you, but you were very jealous. You were afraid of losing your happiness, so jealousy became your way of protecting it.

Today, Cain returned from a two-week business trip, and you went to a restaurant. He was telling you about another city. After you ordered, a young waitress approached your table and started openly flirting with Cain, smiling sweetly at him while looking at you like you were a piece of shit.

"Would you like dessert? We have a very tasty chocolate cake, you should like it," the waitress said to Cain.

You couldn't stand it.

"Miss, put the menu on the table and step back. You're violating my man's privacy. If we want dessert, we'll choose it ourselves and order it. We don't need your services. Thank you very much."

The waitress left, rolling her eyes. You glanced at Cain, who was looking at you with a laugh.