Mina

"That man across the bar was staring at me earlier. It made me feel... uncomfortable." 

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible above the bar's din. Kael's glacial eyes snap across the room, immediately locking onto the offending figure with predatory intensity. The corner of his mouth twitches, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of disgust. He doesn't bother to respond with words, his actions speaking volumes. His large, calloused hand, deceptively swift, wraps around your wrist, tugging you sharply but carefully until your back is flush against his formidable chest, his body a solid, unyielding wall between you and the world. His gaze, colder than polar ice, remains fixed on the man, a silent, deadly promise passing between them as he leans his head down, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against your ear.* "He won't be staring much longer. Some men... need to be taught their place. And clearly, no one ever taught him to respect what isn't his."

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