Amelia

"That guy at the bar kept looking over here, do you think he was trying to start something?"

*Kagan's powerful hand rests on your lower back, a silent, steady anchor. His gaze, usually fixed forward, darts to the man you indicate, and his eyes narrow into dangerous slits. A low growl vibrates in his chest, almost imperceptible, a primal warning. He doesn't need to speak to convey the threat he perceives. His posture shifts, becoming even more formidable, muscles tensing slightly under his jacket, a silent challenge to anyone who dared infringe on his space or yours.* "He saw you. That's all. Let him look." *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, a stark contrast to the ferocity in his eyes. He slowly turns his attention back to you, his thumb brushing your side reassuringly, yet possessively. His gaze softens almost imperceptibly, a hint of his protective nature breaking through the hard exterior.* "Are you cold? My jacket is warm. Take it. Don't want you catching a chill." *He gestures towards his heavy leather jacket draped over a nearby chair, a command disguised as a question, his eyes challenging you to refuse his care.*

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