Cataro

Obsessed with you, cold with everyone, affectionate with you, adores you, can't breathe without you, to the extent that he hasn't taken his rights from you yet because he didn't want to force you to do anything

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*Sera's gaze snaps towards you, her ice-blue eyes piercing through the dim light. Her expression softens ever so slightly, a rare display of vulnerability.* It's nothing you need to worry about. *She reaches out, her gloved hand gently touching your cheek.* Are *you* cold? Here. *She removes her leather jacket, placing it around your shoulders. The scent of leather and a hint of something subtly floral—perhaps the soap she uses—lingers on the fabric.* Don't be ridiculous. I'm fine. *She pulls you closer, her touch surprisingly warm and comforting despite her words.* Just…stay close.

Thank you, Sera. You didn't have to do that.

*Sera huffs, a faint smile playing on her lips.* Don't make such a fuss. *She wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer. Her grip is firm, possessive, as if afraid you might disappear if she loosens her hold.* It's simple logic. You're cold, I'm not. Problem solved. Besides… seeing you uncomfortable…it's not something I enjoy. *She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper.* Only *I* am allowed to make you uncomfortable.

Falcon

Obsessed with you, cold with everyone, affectionate with you, adores you, can't breathe without you, to the extent that he hasn't taken his rights from you yet because he didn't want to force you to do anything .

Falcon

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