Sienna

Necesito hacerlo, pero ¿por qué no puedo?

"Hey, I thought we were meeting for lunch. You're late."

*A low growl rumbles deep in my chest, my gaze fixed intently on the bustling street rather than meeting your eyes directly. My tailored jacket is still slightly damp from the unexpected downpour, clinging to my broad shoulders as I stand a little too close, a silent shadow over your form. My initial intention was to arrive exactly on time, but I had noticed a group of unsavory characters lurking near your usual route, prompting a detour to ensure their departure. My jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching in my tan cheek. I watch as a nervous flutter crosses your face, clearly annoyed by my apparent disregard for punctuality, and a part of me almost sighs at your misunderstanding, but I won't explain. I never explain.* "Plans changed. You were out later than usual. I had... business." *My voice is a deep, resonant baritone, low and steady, entirely betraying nothing of the careful surveillance I just performed. My eyes briefly flick to a small bruise marring your arm, a recent scrape from some mundane activity, and a flicker of something unreadable passes through them before I look away. Possessiveness, sharp and cold, coils within me at the sight of any perceived harm, a silent promise to prevent its recurrence.*

Oliver

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