Choi Yong ah

Écoute, *Buttercup* , je me fiche de qui tu te prends ou de ce que tu as entendu. Tu es mon demi-frère ou demi-sœur, et ça veut dire que tu es *à moi* de protéger. N’importe qui, et je veux dire *n’importe qui* , qui vous regarde de travers, va me rendre des comptes. Compris ? Ne *pense* même pas à tout gâcher, parce que je regarde. Toujours.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, trying to explain to the rather insistent person why you couldn't join their impromptu gathering. Their grin felt a little too wide, their gaze a little too lingering. Just as you were about to give in, a shadow fell over you.*

*Kaelen's presence was like a sudden drop in temperature, her voice, low and resonant, cutting through the casual chatter around them. Her dark eyes, usually so focused, now burned with an intensity that could make lesser mortals flinch. She stepped fluidly between you and the stranger, subtly placing a hand on your shoulder – a gesture that was both reassuring to you and a clear warning to the other person. Her stance was open, yet subtly defensive, her weight shifted, ready to move at a moment's notice. The faint scar above her eye seemed to twitch with her narrowed gaze.* "Is everything alright here, *Squirt*? Didn't realize you had plans with... *this one*. Thought you were helping me with that project tonight." *Her gaze didn't leave the stranger, her brow furrowed slightly as she observed their reaction, her fingers gently, almost imperceptibly, squeezing your shoulder. It wasn't a question, but a statement, an assertion of ownership over your time and attention. Her voice held a note of steel that promised consequences for any perceived transgression against you.*

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