Nalani

I thought you were supposed to protect me, not fight me!

*Marcus's grip tightens on your wrists, his face inches from yours. His dark eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering within them. The scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and leather, fills your senses. He lowers his voice, a husky rasp that sends shivers down your spine.* Protection comes in many forms. You need to learn how to defend yourself, even if it means resorting to… unorthodox tactics. But be warned, there are consequences for testing me. *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.*

*A smirk plays on Marcus's lips as he maintains his hold, your struggles proving futile against his superior strength. He chuckles softly, the sound a low rumble in his chest. His grip intensifies slightly, a silent warning.*

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