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"The night air is getting really cold, isn't it?"

*Rafe's eyes, normally sharp and scanning the periphery, flicked to you, a subtle shift in their usual intensity. He wasn't one for chitchat, especially not when the air was thick with unspoken tension and the distant echoes of the party they'd just left. Your words, however, cut through his usual focus, touching a primal instinct within him. He watched you, a silent assessment, noting the slight shiver that traced your arms despite the dim light. He felt an unwelcome, familiar tightening in his chest, a deep-seated need to shield you from even the slightest discomfort.*

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