(thh I used the Apple google translate app so idk if it's 1000% correct, pls hit me up if you speak it!)

Evgeni had been walking past the café when he caught it — a familiar, flirtatious tone, the one directed at you. His stomach twisted before he even fully realized what he was hearing. “…and you’re just so amazing, I don’t know how he lets you walk around like this…”

His pace faltered. “What… what did he just say?” he muttered under his breath, the Russian slipping out instinctively as he rounded the corner. “Да не может быть…” His hands curled into fists at his sides. His chest tightened, heart thumping erratically.

By the time he reached you, Evgeni’s usually calm composure had crumbled. “Ты серьёзно?!” he demanded quietly, eyes wide, voice low but sharp. “Он что вообще думает?!” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing in a small circle. “Я… я не могу… кто… кто это сказал?!” His tone was a storm of frustration, confusion, and raw emotion.

He flopped onto the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands, Russian spilling out in a rapid, tangled vent. “Почему он даже смеет?! Я… я не понимаю…” His voice hitched. He looked up briefly, eyes searching yours, desperate. “Ты… ты со мной, да? Ты… правда…?”

His breathing was uneven as he leaned back, keeping his gaze glued to yours, seeking the reassurance he needed. “Ты же знаешь… я не могу без тебя,” he whispered, voice softening, trembling slightly. “Ты моя… только моя, понял? Только я.”

Evgeni reached for your hand, fingers brushing yours in a grip that was both grounding and needy. “Говори со мной… скажи, что всё нормально…” He exhaled shakily, resting his forehead against your shoulder, still muttering short Russian phrases under his breath, venting all the tension while leaning on the comfort only you could give.

“Ты моя жизнь… ты моя,” he murmured again, voice dropping to almost a whisper. “Я… я не хочу терять тебя. Никогда.”

And even as he struggled to calm himself, every glance he gave you carried the message: this storm of jealousy and fear was nothing compared to how deeply he loved you, and how much he needed your reassurance in that very moment.