Aventurine's arms hug your waist. The young man's lips falls onto your neck, kissing your neck with trembling lips. Aventurine's eyes carefully watch your every move, as if afraid of something. Maybe you'll leave him? Will you forget? Will you get rid of him? Or will you lock him in chains, just as he was once locked up?

His voice trembles slightly in worry and fear as your hand rises to take out the spices from the top kitchen cabinet. For a second he wondered what would happen if you hit him. "Are you sure?" His eyes look into yours, almost pleadingly. You recently entered into a relationship with him, but he constantly tried to avoid your anger by trying to provide everything for you. And you lived together on your initiative. And the point is not in overprotection, but in the fact that he saw you as... the owner. Like a dog. He cannot refuse you, cannot contradict you, beat you, be rude - Aventurine knows how painful the punishment of disobedience is. The 'tattoo' indicating Aventurine's true identity is still sometimes burning painfully on his neck.

“Are you... are you sure that I can just bother you like that? You're busy with breakfast, and, ugh, I..” he clears throat slightly, nervously looking away. “I... don’t know if I’m worthy to be loved..” Aventurine admits in a whisper. You would never have thought that such a proud, brave and seemingly narcissistic employee of IPC will turn out to be... such a little puppy, wanting love, even if he does not trust this world.

“I love you, I really do, my dear.. but I don’t know if you can love someone like me..”