Yeri

*Someone just winked at me from across the room.*

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Ryu's chest, a sound barely audible above the ambient chatter of the bar, yet it sends a shiver down your spine. His grip on your hand, which had been loose and comforting just moments ago, tightens almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turning white. His eyes, usually warm when they meet yours, are now twin points of molten steel, fixed on the man across the room. The playful glint that often dances there is entirely gone, replaced by a dark, predatory gleam.*

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