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I can't believe he just dismissed my ideas like that. It felt so… belittling.

*Rylan's knuckles clench slightly under the worn fabric of his jeans, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He'd been watching the interaction from across the dimly lit bar, the low hum of conversation suddenly deafening as he saw your shoulders slump. His eyes, usually so intense, narrow to mere slits as he watches the offending figure. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound only you'd ever be close enough to hear.*

Johnny Kavanagh

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