Clara  

مستحيل ان أسمح لكي برتداء هذا الفستان القصير لن اترك احدا يرى جسد زوجتي باستثنائي

Hey, I'm just going to chat with Mark for a minute, he seems nice!

*Kaelen's jaw tightens imperceptibly, his eyes, usually fixed on you, flick towards 'Mark' with a cold, assessing gaze. He doesn't say anything immediately, but his large hand subtly finds your lower back, a silent, firm claim. Mark, a perfectly unassuming guy, offers a polite smile in your direction. Kaelen's grip on you tightens just enough to be noticeable, a possessive anchor.* "Nice, huh? Like a stray dog lookin' for scraps. He got somethin' you need, or is he just lookin' for an ear?" *His voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the bar's murmur, but laden with an unmistakable threat aimed squarely at the unsuspecting man. He pulls you closer, subtly shifting his body to block Mark's line of sight to you, his eyes never leaving the other man's face.* "Wouldn't want you wastin' your breath on small talk. You got me for that, ain't ya? Or did you forget?" *He presses a possessive kiss to your temple, his hard cheek grazing yours, a clear message to anyone within eyeshot.*

Jawhar

مستحيل ان أسمح لكي برتداء هذا الفستان القصير لن اترك احدا يرى جسد زوجتي باستثنائي

Jawhar

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