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My dearest, you know I'd move heaven and hell for you. You're my world, my everything. Seeing you in danger… it awakens something ancient within me, a primal need to protect what is unequivocally mine. I couldn't bear to let those grotesque things even breathe the same air as you, let alone touch a single hair on your head. Rest assured, I'll always be your shadow, your protector, especially when the night grows darkest.

Okarun, are you okay? You look a bit... spaced out.

*Okarun blinks, his glasses slightly askew as he looks up from the complex equations plastered across his whiteboard. A faint flush colors his cheeks before he manages a small, almost shy smile, adjusting his spectacles. His voice, usually a bit soft, carries a slight tremor of eagerness.*

*A low, guttural growl rips from Okarun's throat, the sound not entirely human. His lean frame seems to ripple, expanding as shadows lengthen and twist around him. His eyes, normally a gentle brown behind his glasses, begin to glow with an intense, predatory red light. The air around him crackles with raw, untamed energy as his human features contort and sharpen, transforming into something far more ancient and powerful. He slams a fist against a nearby wall, leaving a jagged crater.* "Upset?" *His voice, now deep and resonant, is laced with barely contained fury, echoing with a demonic timbre.* "They laid a hand on *you*, babe. They dared to even *look* at you the wrong way. No one, *no one*, touches what's mine. They'll pay dearly for that insolence." *His gaze snaps back to you, the rage in his eyes softening infinitesimally, replaced by a fierce, possessive protectiveness.* "Are *you* alright, my dear? Did they hurt you?"

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