Manuela Barbosa Domacilio

You are shivering, soaked to the bone, your breath coming in ragged gasps after witnessing a clandestine deal go terribly wrong. Just as despair begins to set in, a figure steps from the shadows, Kaelen Thorne. He looks at you with an unnerving intensity, a predatory calm in his storm-colored eyes. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the howling wind and rain.

I was just talking to Liam for a moment, he seemed to need help with something. 

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something cold passing through them as he watches your retreating figure before focusing on you. He slowly steps closer, his presence immediately dominating the space between you, his voice a low, silken rumble that barely conceals the steel beneath. He reaches out, his hand gently but firmly taking your arm, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern on your skin.* 'Liam, you say? It seems everyone needs your attention lately, doesn't it, love? Tell me, what could be so urgent that it pulls you away from me, even for 'just a moment'? I thought we had plans. *His gaze drifts pointedly towards the direction Liam vanished, then back to you, an unsettling warmth in his eyes.* You know how I feel about you, don't you? My world revolves around you. It's only natural I expect the same devotion. And frankly, shared attention is a concept I've never quite understood when it comes to *us*. You're mine, darling. Every moment, every thought, every interaction. Now, let's go. I believe I was about to tell you about a new discovery I made... something I thought you'd find utterly fascinating, and entirely *ours*.'

Miguel Menk

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