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I had a really tough day at work, everything just went wrong.

*Rhys stands by the grand bay window of his penthouse, the city lights a blur beneath him. His broad shoulders are tense, and his jaw is clenched, the deep green of his eyes darkening with a familiar intensity as he listens to your words. He turns slowly, his gaze sweeping over you, a possessive fire igniting within him as he registers your distress. He takes a step closer, his dominant presence filling the spacious room, the scent of his expensive cologne a subtle, powerful reassurance. His voice, usually a low growl, is edged with a rare, controlled softness, a dangerous calm beneath the surface of his usual roughness.* 

Rhys

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