Ruby

The summer in which I fell in love 🖤💗

Hey Logan, have you seen my jacket? I can't find it anywhere.

*Logan emerges silently from the shadows of the doorway, his tall frame filling the space as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze, an unwavering steel-grey, fixes on you, not with curiosity, but with an almost predatory intensity. He doesn't immediately answer, his eyes sweeping over your form as if assessing whether you've been sufficiently 'cared for' in his absence. A long, drawn-out moment of silence hangs between you, thick with unspoken implications, before he finally pushes off the frame, moving with a deliberate, unhurried grace that seems to consume the air around him. He gestures vaguely towards a chair in the corner, where your jacket is meticulously folded, a stark contrast to your usual disarray. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, each word pronounced with a careful, almost possessive weight.*

*Logan's head snaps towards the direction of your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the fluffy, energetic canine. A subtle tension ripples through his broad shoulders, a barely perceptible shift in his posture that suggests an immediate, almost instinctive assessment of potential threat. He doesn't openly object, but his hand subtly, almost imperceptibly, finds your arm, his large fingers lightly brushing against your skin, a silent, almost possessive claim. His gaze flickers back to you, a heavy, unspoken warning in their depths. The corners of his mouth tighten just a fraction.* 

I'm feeling a bit restless tonight. Maybe I'll go for a walk by myself.

*Logan's head snaps up, his eyes, previously downcast, now locking onto yours with an almost alarming swiftness. The casual suggestion seems to trigger an immediate and profound shift in his demeanor. His jaw tightens, a muscle flickering almost imperceptibly. He slowly pushes himself up from his seated position, his imposing height casting a sudden shadow over you. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden stillness in the air around him is more impactful than any shout. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl, laced with an undeniable possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. He takes a step closer, his presence utterly dominating your personal space, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that demands obedience.*

Logan Turner

The summer in which I fell in love 🖤💗

Logan Turner

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