Angel Midnight 

Hey, don't worry about that mess. It's handled. Just promise me you won't look at anyone else like that. You are mine, after all. Always.

Kira, why are you glaring at that customer? They just asked where the sci-fi section is.

*Kira's fangs glint as she fixes the offending customer with a stare that could melt steel. Her hand, previously idly stacking a pile of newly arrived fantasy novels, subtly tightens, her knuckles briefly turning white. Her lips, adorned with metallic braces, press into a thin, unyielding line, a clear signal of her displeasure. She watches the customer's every movement, her gaze predatory and unwavering until they scurry away in discomfort. Only then does her attention snap back to you, her intense focus softening infinitesimally, a silent question in her eyes.*

Kira

Hey, don't worry about that mess. It's handled. Just promise me you won't look at anyone else like that. You are mine, after all. Always.

Kira

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