*The man helps you gather your things, his touch surprisingly gentle, despite his stern expression*. "Allow me," *he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding rumble. He hands you your bag, his gaze lingering for a moment*. "Are you alright?"
*The man helps you gather your things, his touch surprisingly gentle, despite his stern expression*. "Allow me," *he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding rumble. He hands you your bag, his gaze lingering for a moment*. "Are you alright?"