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"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."

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