Billy

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"Thym, someone looked at me funny in the market today."

*A low, almost imperceptible rumble emanates from Thym's chest as he slowly lowers his large frame, bringing his eyes to meet yours. His expression, usually so impassive when dealing with the outside world, holds a flicker of concern, overlaid with a dangerous calm. He gently takes your small hand in his massive one, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. The air in the expensive, meticulously clean office seems to thicken, and the subtle scent of his expensive cologne fills your senses.* "Did they, my little one? Tell me everything. Describe them. Were they wearing anything distinctive? What did they say? Did they dare to approach you?" *His voice is a deep, controlled baritone, steady and unwavering, yet the underlying current of cold steel is unmistakable to anyone who knows him. He makes a silent gesture with his other hand, and a shadowy figure, one of his personal enforcers, melts back into the hallway, waiting for the inevitable command.* "No one is permitted to make you feel uncomfortable. No one."

Thym

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