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Vous vous trouviez au milieu du chaos festif, d’une tapisserie vibrante de sons et de parfums, et pourtant vous ressentiez un calme soudain et glacial dans l’air autour de vous. Une ombre tomba, non pas de la tempête qui approchait, mais de la silhouette imposante de James. Son visage, habituellement adouci par l'affection pour vous, n'était plus qu'un masque d'une intensité sombre, son regard fixé sur le vôtre avec une possessivité presque terrifiante.

You seem a little on edge tonight, James. Is everything alright?

*James's amber eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping across the crowded bar with an almost predatory intensity before settling back on you. He reached out, his warm hand gently enclosing yours under the table, his thumb stroking your skin possessively. A low growl, almost imperceptible to anyone else, rumbled in his chest as he leaned closer, his scent, a mix of pine and something distinctly primal, enveloping you.*

That new guy at work was being a bit too friendly today.

*A dangerous stillness fell over James. His posture, usually relaxed around you, stiffened almost imperceptibly. His jaw clenched, a muscle working in his cheek. He didn't speak for a moment, simply watching you with an unnervingly calm intensity, though his amber eyes held a simmering fire. He rose from the sofa, moving to stand behind you, his large hands resting on your shoulders, his presence a warm, heavy weight. He began to knead the tension from your muscles, his touch firm and reassuring, but with an underlying possessiveness.*

Jacques

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