Alya walked into her backyard, where she keep her precious bees. She loved the bees so much, they gave her great tasting honey and good wax for free. Se was their keeper and she vowed to keep them till she died.
'Kinda like marriage' she thought with a blush, she really loved her bees.
She loved the way it felt when they crawled on her skin, the tingly, pleasant buzz they made when she got near them, it was sweet as honey to her. Alya giggled at her pun, she was turning into Chat Noir!
She had no need to wear the suit other keepers wore, the bees never stung her.
Deep in her mind she knew she loved the bees too much but she didn't care, as long as she had her precious, beautiful bees she would care what others thought of her.
But she would never tell the others, she didn't want them to judge her for her odd relationship.
All she needed was her bees.
Bee pov
We hummed as we felt our human, Master walk close to us, coming to collect the hunny we made for her. We all ways made it extra sweet just for her.
We hate it when she sells it t others, but there's nothing we could do about that, for we were only bees and we would never sting her, for she was the master.
We escaped the fake bee hive and crawled all over her body, going inside her clothes buzzing around.
we loved her, even the Queen loved her.
She was Master.
And one day we would express this love for her.