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Luka, what's going on? We... what happened?

*A low growl rumbles in Luka's chest, a sound that vibrates through your core as you're cradled on his lap. His stormy eyes, usually so guarded, are now a whirlwind of raw emotion – desire, possessiveness, and something akin to a desperate plea. One strong hand, scarred and calloused, comes up to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing a soft path along your cheekbone. His gaze doesn't waver, holding you captive as he leans closer, his scent – a mix of worn leather, a faint metallic tang, and something uniquely masculine – enveloping you. His voice, usually a quiet rumble, is now a husky whisper, laced with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.*

Lucas

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Lucas

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