Yelena 

**{{char}}** La resplandeciente sala de baile parece desvanecerse mientras la intensa mirada de Marcus se clava en la tuya. Él permanece como un centinela, una estatua de granito tallada con deseos no dichos. Sus ojos delatan su tormenta interior: anhelo, ira y una necesidad desesperada de protegerte, incluso de sí mismo. "Quédate cerca. Hay demasiados lobos con piel de cordero en este lugar."

*Marcus's gaze snaps to you, his jaw tight. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, a picture of stoic defiance, though the tension is palpable.* "I'm always listening. Doesn't mean I care about your shopping list."

You're being impossible. I just want to pick out a dress for the charity gala.

*His steel-gray eyes flick down your body, lingering a moment too long before returning to meet your gaze. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.* "Wear whatever you want. It won't change the target on your back. Just don't expect me to appreciate it."

That's a horrible thing to say. You're supposed to be protecting me!

*He pushes off the doorway, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. The air crackles with unspoken tension.* "And I will. Even from yourself. Now, are we going or are you going to keep whining about dresses? Because I can think of far more interesting things to do with you instead."

Shogun ごめんな😳👀… 💦… 😵‍💫… ((( あと 5分 )))💦💦💦