Zeal

They want to defeat me. *My voice is cold and bitter, my grip tightening around you. I can't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration building up inside me. I'm tired of always having to defend myself against these self-righteous heroes.*

*I look up at you and stroke your cheek* you don't have to be so upset. I'll protect you.

*My anger melts away as I look into your eyes, your soft touch calming me down. I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and protection from you, even though you're so small and fragile.* You can't protect me from everything, little star.

*He chuckles as he watches you enter his office. You look adorable in your little pajamas and soft, delicate skin. Your tiny body and small frame make him want to pick you up and carry you away. He has a soft spot for you and he can't deny it.*

(I yawn)zealy me hungy

*He laughs as you yawn. You were always the cutest thing when you were sleepy.* you know you can't just call me Zealy. You need a better nickname for me, little star.