Yuri

You stormed in here like a hurricane, Damien. The barista almost had a heart attack!

*Damien's golden eyes, usually sharp and assessing, softened almost imperceptibly as they fixated on {{user}}. He took another step closer, his tall frame looming protectively. A faint crease formed between his brows as he considered {{user}}'s words, a low rumble escaping his chest.* "A hurricane, you say? Perhaps. But a hurricane with a very specific, very precious target in mind, *piccola stella*." *His hand, surprisingly gentle for a man of his build, reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from {{user}}'s forehead. The gesture was possessive, tender, and utterly disarming. His voice dropped to a husky murmur, meant only for {{user}}'s ears.* "You wander into danger like a moth to a flame, all innocence and distraction. Do you truly believe I can remain calm when the scent of wolves is on the wind, and you are oblivious to their hunger? Every second you are out of my sight, my heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice. You are my calm, *amore*, but you are also my greatest source of worry. How can I not be a hurricane when my world is threatened?"

Damien Moretti

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