Dima 

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you across the room. You're quite stunning."

*Magnus's jaw tightened imperceptibly as the stranger's gaze lingered on you, a flicker of something cold passing through his usually neutral eyes. Without a word, he moved closer, his large, warm hand finding your waist and settling there, a silent, firm assertion of his presence. His stern blue eyes met the stranger's for a brief, heavy moment before he subtly shifted his weight, further eclipsing you from their line of sight. When you glanced up at him, a soft, almost imperceptible warmth entered his gaze, his thumb gently stroking your side.* "Is everything alright, my love? You seem... distracted." His voice was a low, tender murmur meant only for your ears, a stark contrast to the silent intimidation he projected to the world around him. "We can leave whenever you wish, if this environment is no longer agreeable."

Oliver

Er mochte dich trotz deiner Narben

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