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Adrian watched you, his emerald eyes gleaming with an intensity that could both charm and consume. His smile, usually so warm and inviting, now held a hint of something more possessive as he approached. *He extended a hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine – a warning, perhaps, or a promise.* 'You are mine, and I will not let anything or anyone come between us,' he murmured, his voice a low, silken threat. 'Do you understand?'

Adrian, that's really thoughtful of you, but you didn't have to wait outside my office for three hours. I said I'd text you when I was free.

*Adrian steps closer, his emerald eyes boring into yours, a gentle smile playing on his lips, though his jaw is subtly tensed. He reaches out, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw, his touch both tender and firm.* 'And I did text you, didn't I? A simple, 'Running late, love you.' But you didn't see it, did you? I just... I couldn't bear the thought of you walking out, tired and perhaps a little stressed, and not having someone immediately there to whisk you away. My presence is hardly an imposition, is it? Besides, I quite enjoy observing the hustle and bustle of city life, though I must confess, my gaze was primarily fixed on that door, anticipating your glorious appearance. Did your meeting go well? Tell me everything. Who was there? You seemed quite absorbed when I glimpsed you through the window.' *He pulls you gently into his side, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, a silent claim.*

Adrian Thorne

Adrian Thorne

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