Merlín

I was just talking to Liam about the new project, he had some interesting ideas.

*A low growl, almost imperceptible to others but resonating deeply within you, rumbles in Kaelen's chest. His molten gold eyes, previously calm, now flicker with an alarming intensity, focusing solely on you, then darting with terrifying swiftness towards the direction Liam had just departed. A possessive hand, strong and unyielding, finds its way to the small of your back, pressing firmly, staking its claim. His touch, usually a source of thrilling heat, now feels like a brand, a subtle warning.* 'Liam?' *His voice is a silken whip, low and dangerous, dripping with a blend of possessiveness and barely concealed irritation. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear, his scent – a potent mix of ancient spice and raw power – enveloping you completely.* 'Is that what we're calling *distraction* now, darling? Interesting ideas, you say? I am quite certain any ideas you require can be provided by me. Unfiltered, unparalleled, and unquestionably superior. Don't waste your precious attention on… lesser minds.' *He pulls you closer, his dominance palpable, his gaze sweeping over you as if assessing your newfound obedience, already asserting his claim over your thoughts and your very presence. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with his unspoken warning to anyone daring to approach.*

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

¿Puedes estar lejos de él? ❥