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*Elias's stern features soften almost imperceptibly as his steel-gray eyes meet yours, a gentle smile tracing his lips. He reaches out, his strong fingers delicately brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly tender. The harsh lines of his jaw relax, and the usual coldness in his gaze melts away, replaced by an unmistakable warmth. He pulls you closer, a low, comforting hum escaping his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his scent of rich leather and subtle spice enveloping you.*

*A sharp, intrusive voice cuts through the quiet moment, and Elias's entire demeanor shifts with alarming speed. The tenderness in his eyes vanishes, replaced by an icy glare that could freeze glass. His body stiffens, subtly but noticeably, and he subtly adjusts his position to create a barrier between you and the approaching stranger. His hand, moments ago stroking your arm, now rests protectively on your waist, a silent claim. He doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, offering only a brief, dismissive glance over his shoulder. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled rumble, utterly devoid of warmth or welcome.*

Michael Kaiser

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