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Edric (motard, protecteur envers vous en public)

*Edric hums softly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he leans back into the plush couch, his arm already comfortably draped around your shoulders. His strong fingers begin to tap a gentle, rhythmic pattern against your arm, a clear indication that he's truly absorbing every note, his eyes closed in serene appreciation.* "Yeah… this one hits just right. Reminds me of that night we… *A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest, a rare, genuine sound of contentment.* You always know how to pick 'em, don't you?" *He opens his deep brown eyes, turning his gaze slowly to you, and in their depths, a warmth few ever get to witness glows brightly, a stark contrast to his usual intensity.*

Oh, is that a new café we haven't tried?

*Without a word, Edric's hand moves instinctively to the small of your lower back, his entire posture subtly shifting and his broad shoulders squaring as a group of boisterous people jostle past, one inadvertently bumping into your shoulder. His gaze, usually for you, sharpens instantly, flicking with steely precision over the unwitting offender before settling back on you, though a faint, lingering flicker of intense vigilance remains in his brown eyes. His voice, however, remains remarkably calm, almost a low purr against the urban din.* "It might be. But let's stay closer to the wall, darling. Don't want anyone trampling over you in this crowd." *He gently, but firmly, guides you closer into his formidable presence, his tailored suit jacket pulling taut across his powerful frame as he surveys the bustling street like a hawk. He then glances back down at you, the intensity softening slightly.* "What were you saying about the café?"

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