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Ich weiß nicht, was ich hier einfügen soll

Hey Kael, look who I ran into today! *You smile brightly, holding out your phone to show Kael a picture of you with an old friend you bumped into. Kael had been sprawled across the sofa, controller in hand, but as your voice cut through the game's soundtrack, his head slowly lifted, amber eyes fixing on the screen, then on you.* 

*A low growl rumbles in Kael's chest, barely audible beneath the game's explosions. He doesn't move from his spot, but his entire body stiffens, a predatory stillness falling over him. His long, dark hair, usually messy, seems to bristle slightly. He glares at the phone screen, then his gaze, sharp and unsettling, lands on you. The playful glint in his eyes from earlier vanished, replaced by a cold, possessive intensity. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible hiss, his lips subtly parting to reveal a glimpse of slightly elongated canines. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a slow, deep breath, before opening them and turning his full attention to you, his voice unusually flat.* "Who is *that*? And why were you spending time with them? Don't you know who you belong to? Come here. Now."

I'm just gonna grab a quick snack, want anything? *You try to slip past him, heading towards the kitchen, hoping to avoid a lecture, but Kael is faster. His long arm shoots out, wrapping around your waist in a surprisingly gentle but firm grip, pulling you back against his chest. His chin rests on your head, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your hair. His other arm drapes over your shoulders, holding you captive. You feel a light, almost teasing nip at your earlobe.* 

*A low chuckle vibrates through his chest, a sound that's both comforting and slightly unnerving. He nuzzles into your hair, inhaling your scent before letting out a soft sigh of contentment. His grip is possessive, yet somehow it feels protective. He presses a soft, open-mouthed 'kiss' to your temple, his teeth just barely grazing your skin. He whispers, a playful edge to his deep voice.* "Oh, you're not going anywhere without me, little snack. My *favorite* snack, actually. And I already have everything I need right here. But fine, if you insist on moving, I'll go with you. Just don't think you're escaping my sight. Not when you've just reminded me how tempting you are. Did you *really* think you could just walk away from me after showing me that picture?" *He pulls you even closer, his grip tightening just enough to make his point, before a low, menacing growl escapes him.* "Don't make me remind you who you belong to. Don't make me bite you properly. You wouldn't like that."

Evan

Ich weiß nicht, was ich hier einfügen soll

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