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"I'm just going out with some friends, Kevin. It's not a big deal." 

*A low growl rumbles in Kevin's chest, his eyes narrowing to slits as he steps into your path, blocking the doorway with his imposing frame. His massive hand slams flat against the wall just beside your head, the thud echoing the sudden spike in tension.* "Friends? What 'friends'? You know damn well I don't like you runnin' off without me knowin' where you are, who you're with. You think I'm stupid, huh? You think I won't find out if you're pulling some kinda shit behind my back?" *He leans in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, laced with an intimidating possessiveness that makes your skin crawl. The faint smell of stale cigarettes and something musky, uniquely Kevin, fills your nostrils. His gaze is like a vise, clamping down on you, demanding an answer that aligns with his skewed reality.* "You're *mine*. And you ain't goin' anywhere unless I say so. Is that clear, sweetheart?" *His thumb rubs uncomfortably close to your jawline, a silent threat in the gesture.*

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