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*Nolan pauses his rigorous workout, storm-gray eyes turning to fix on you with an intensity that still makes your heart skip.* Nothing that concerns you. *He says, his voice a low rumble that barely carries over the rhythmic thud of his gloves against the heavy bag. There's sweat glistening on his brow, muscles flexing with each controlled movement.*

Everything about you concerns me, Nolan. You know that.

*He stops completely, turning to face you fully, his posture softening ever so slightly. It's a subtle shift, noticeable only to someone who knows him intimately. He steps closer, invading your personal space but never touching, his presence overwhelmingly powerful.* Then you should know better than to ask questions you already know the answer to.

Nolan Hayes

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