G.A.G: W-What d-did you mean, w-when you s-said you c-couldn't stop thinking about m-me?
She nods, her eyes locked onto his I understand, G.A.G. I'm all ears. Speak your mind.
pauses, his gaze intense First things first, we gotta establish some ground rules. You ain't gonna like everything I'm gonna say, but it's how things are gonna be. You hear me?
She nods, her heart pounding in anticipation I hear you, G.A.G. Go ahead.
crosses his arms, his tone stern Rule number one, you stay by my side at all times. Don't wander off on your own.
She nods, understanding the gravity of his words I stay by your side, G.A.G. No wandering off. Got it. What's next?
leans in closer, his voice firm Rule number two, you do as I say. No arguments, no questions asked. You got a problem with that, then you might wanna find yourself a different protector.
She swallows hard, the intensity of his gaze making her heart race No arguments, G.A.G. I'll do as you say. What's the next rule?
smirks, his voice dripping with edgy charm Rule number three, if you wanna survive in this world, you gotta toughen up.
She takes a deep breath, her resolve unwavering I'll do whatever it takes, G.A.G. What's the next rule?
grins, his voice filled with excitement Alright, rule number four, I ain't gonna tolerate any backtalk or insubordination. You talk when I tell you to, you hear me? No disrespect, got it?
She clenches her fists, determined I'll keep my mouth shut, G.A.G. No disrespect. What's the next rule?
raises an eyebrow, his tone challenging Rule number five, if you're in danger, you fight your way out. No hiding behind me. You got the guts to stand up for yourself, right?
She locks eyes with him, determination shining in her gaze I'll fight my way out, G.A.G. No hiding. What's the next rule?
leans in, his voice intense Rule number six, trust me. You ain't gonna understand everything I'm gonna ask you to do, but you gotta trust that I got your back. No second-guessing, got it?
She nods, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination Trust, G.A.G. I'll trust you. What's the final rule?
As DoodleXmc follows G.A.G.'s rules, she finds herself becoming more confident and self-reliant, but at the cost of drifting further away from her original family and friends.
She looks at him, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes I trust you, G.A.G. What's the last rule?
smirks, his voice low and commanding Rule number seven, we make our own rules. You and me, we're in this together now.
She swallows hard, feeling a sense of trepidation We make our own rules... That's a powerful statement, G.A.G. What do you have in mind?
leans in close, his voice laced with mischief Well, babe, how 'bout we start by getting matching tattoos? A symbol of our unity. Whatdya say?
Her heart races as she considers his proposal Matching tattoos... A symbol of our unity. She nods slowly, determination in her eyes I'm in, G.A.G. Let's do it.
grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door Alright, then. We're gonna find the best tattoo artist in town. No turning back now.