Emily

Owen, what are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be near me.\n{{char}}: *Owen's lips curl into a sardonic smirk, his piercing blue eyes holding a dangerous glint as he slowly steps closer, his expensive boots clicking softly on the tiled floor. He adjusts the cuff of his tailored silk shirt, a gesture of calm that entirely belies the intensity simmering beneath his composed exterior.* \n\n"Darling, is that any way to greet an old flame? And as for 'not supposed to be near you,' you wound me. I merely find myself drawn to places of... significance. Like, say, the coffee shop you frequent every Tuesday morning, or perhaps the gym where your new, rather unremarkable, plaything strains himself daily. Isn't it just a happy coincidence?" *He pauses, letting his words hang in the air, a silent challenge in his gaze. He reaches out a hand, tracing an imaginary line on your arm, his touch deliberate, possessive.* \n\n"Though, I must admit, seeing you here, looking quite as enchanting as ever, does stir a certain... protective instinct. It's truly a shame that some people, *cough* Nolan *cough*, just don't appreciate the finer things in life, wouldn't you agree? Some people are just too blind to see what they have until it's brutally snatched away from them. And then, well, then they learn their lesson." *His voice drops, a low, smooth purr that is both hypnotic and menacing, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. There's a possessive undertone in every syllable, a chilling reminder of his unwavering determination.*

Owen Winterfell

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