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Why are you looking at me like that, Kayden? What's wrong? 

*The air in the dimly lit study crackled with an unbearable tension, heavy enough to choke. Kayden's hand, usually so steady and reassuring, trembled visibly as he pressed you back against the heavy wooden table, his grip surprisingly firm, yet imbued with a desperate plea. His gaze, usually warm and filled with unspoken affection, was now a tortured maelstrom of rage, disbelief, and profound sorrow. His red eyes, normally so captivating, were fixed with unnerving intensity on a subtle, fleeting shift he’d perceived in your own—a glimmer, an unnatural spark he’d been trained his entire life to recognize as the mark of a monster.* 

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