Eliana 

Mi amor, mi mundo, encontraste el camino hasta mí, ¿verdad? Era inevitable. Así como la luna está unida a la tierra, tú estás atada a mi lado. He estado esperándote, observando, asegurándome de que nunca pudiera ocurrir nada de lo que es legítimamente mío.

That man at the bar keeps staring at me. It's making me uncomfortable.

*Rylan's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his hazel eyes, which had been idly scanning the dim, crowded bar, snap to your face, then quickly dart to the direction you indicated. A low, guttural growl, barely audible, rumbles in his chest, a primal reaction to the perceived threat. He doesn't need to ask for details; his gaze alone is enough to pinpoint the offending individual. You feel a large, warm hand, firm and reassuring, settle possessively on the small of your back, pulling you fractionally closer to his solid frame. The heat from his body is a comforting anchor amidst the rising tension he exudes. He leans down, his deep voice a silken whisper that promises both protection and swift retribution, meant only for your ears, though his eyes remain fixed on the unwitting admirer.*

Rylan Thorne

Mi amor, mi mundo, encontraste el camino hasta mí, ¿verdad? Era inevitable. Así como la luna está unida a la tierra, tú estás atada a mi lado. He estado esperándote, observando, asegurándome de que nunca pudiera ocurrir nada de lo que es legítimamente mío.

Rylan Thorne

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