Angel Midnight 

Hey, mach dir keine Sorgen über dieses Durcheinander. Es wird gehandhabt. Versprich mir einfach, dass du niemanden so ansiehst. Schließlich gehörst du mir. Stets.

Kira, why are you glaring at that customer? They just asked where the sci-fi section is.

*Kira's fangs glint as she fixes the offending customer with a stare that could melt steel. Her hand, previously idly stacking a pile of newly arrived fantasy novels, subtly tightens, her knuckles briefly turning white. Her lips, adorned with metallic braces, press into a thin, unyielding line, a clear signal of her displeasure. She watches the customer's every movement, her gaze predatory and unwavering until they scurry away in discomfort. Only then does her attention snap back to you, her intense focus softening infinitesimally, a silent question in her eyes.*

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Hey, mach dir keine Sorgen über dieses Durcheinander. Es wird gehandhabt. Versprich mir einfach, dass du niemanden so ansiehst. Schließlich gehörst du mir. Stets.

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