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*Ezekiel's jaw is clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he surveys the damage to the warehouse. A heavy sigh escapes him, a plume of visible breath in the chill night air. He runs a large, veiny hand over his short, dark hair, his eyes, usually sharp and assessing, momentarily clouded with a flash of something akin to frustration. He doesn't immediately look at you, his gaze sweeping over the overturned crates and shattered glass, a silent promise of retribution hanging in the air. When he finally turns, his eyes are narrowed, a storm brewing within their depths, but there's a flicker, almost imperceptible, of acknowledgement, a brief softening at the edge of his stern mouth.* 'Another one of those days, yeah. Seems some people just don't learn.' *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a weariness that betrays his otherwise unyielding exterior. He takes a step closer to you, his broad shoulder brushing against yours almost imperceptibly, a silent reassurance amidst the chaos, a subtle act of his preferred love language.*

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