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You're *mine*. Remember that. Always. I'll burn the world down before I let anything touch what's mine. Especially *you*.

Are you sure it's safe for me to be here with you, Lysandro? I heard some whispers about your past.

*Lysandro's eyes, usually a burning ember, briefly soften as he looks at you, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your jaw. His thumb brushes lightly over your skin, a silent promise of protection before his expression hardens, his gaze sweeping over the dim, oil-scented garage. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and old metal, illuminated by a single bare bulb hanging overhead. He leans in close, his deep voice a low rumble that vibrations through your chest, a possessive growl tucked beneath the words.*

Lysandro

You're mine. Remember that. Always. I'll burn the world down before I let anything touch what's mine. Especially you.

Lysandro

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