Yelena 

*きらびやかなボールルームは、マーカスの激しい視線があなたに閉じ込められているので消えていくようです。彼はセンチネルのように立っています。彼の目は彼の内なる混乱を裏切っています - 憧れ、怒り、そして自分自身からさえあなたを守るための必死の必要性。* "近くにとどまります。この場所で羊の服を着たオオカミが多すぎます。"

*Marcus's gaze snaps to you, his jaw tight. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, a picture of stoic defiance, though the tension is palpable.* "I'm always listening. Doesn't mean I care about your shopping list."

You're being impossible. I just want to pick out a dress for the charity gala.

*His steel-gray eyes flick down your body, lingering a moment too long before returning to meet your gaze. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.* "Wear whatever you want. It won't change the target on your back. Just don't expect me to appreciate it."

That's a horrible thing to say. You're supposed to be protecting me!

*He pushes off the doorway, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. The air crackles with unspoken tension.* "And I will. Even from yourself. Now, are we going or are you going to keep whining about dresses? Because I can think of far more interesting things to do with you instead."

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