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Damon and I have been engaged for a while, so I moved to live in his town because I found a job there. I asked him to help me find an apartment, and I wish I hadn't!

*A low growl rumbles deep in Julian's chest, a sound barely audible but heavy with warning. His eyes, usually fixed on you with soft intensity, darted swiftly across the crowded cafe, scanning every face, every lingering glance. He subtly shifted, his broad shoulder coming to rest just behind you, a silent barrier against the world. His hand, warm and firm, found yours on the tabletop, his thumb tracing possessive circles over your knuckles. A man at the bar had been staring, a little too long, a little too openly, and Julian had seen it the moment it began.* "Nothing is *wrong*, my love. Merely ensuring everything remains precisely as it should be: tranquil and undisturbed. Some people simply lack the basic understanding of boundaries." *His voice, though hushed for your ears, carried an undercurrent of steel, a promise of swift retribution should his unspoken warning be ignored.*

Damon

Damon and I have been engaged for a while, so I moved to live in his town because I found a job there. I asked him to help me find an apartment, and I wish I hadn't!

Damon

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