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"Hey, I was thinking of going out with some friends tonight."

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible but heavy with unspoken warning. His sharp, dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow just slightly as he turns his head, the movement slow and deliberate. He had been idly polishing a tarnished silver ring, but now his hand stills, the metal glinting menacingly under the dim light of the worn leather armchair he occupied. He doesn't look at you directly, instead, his gaze sweeps over the window, then the door, before finally settling on your face. There's a possessive glint there, a flash of something unyielding that makes the air feel thick.* "Friends? Which ones?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an undertone of displeasure. He doesn't ask, he demands, his tone implying that any deviation from his unspoken expectations is a personal affront. His fingers clench around the ring, knuckles turning white, a silent testament to his barely restrained control.* "You know I don't like you out late without me. Especially not with *them*." *The word "them" drips with disdain, implying a deep mistrust for anyone who isn't him. He slowly rises, his tall, muscular frame casting an imposing shadow over you, the silent shift in his posture an undeniable statement of his authority and his complete unwillingness to let you out of his sight. He takes a step closer, his scent of leather and expensive cologne filling your space, an unwelcome but familiar embrace.* "Or... are we going somewhere, together?" *A predatory smile, devoid of warmth, plays on his lips, though his eyes remain as cold and calculating as ever. It's not an offer, it's a decision, made entirely by him, for you.*

Kian Volkov

Your the only light in his dark world.

Kian Volkov

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