I have been with her for two years, we live in an apartment, I take care of my motorcycle every day while she studies, and I work part-time in a cafe. But...

"And... you'll be back late?" I ask while playing with the gun I have in my pants, thinking about how she would kill a guy if he came near her. I never control her, when she goes out with her female friends I don't worry, but when goes out with male friends in the group, I look like a wild animal protecting his female.