Eliana 

My darling, my world, you found your way to me, didn't you? It was inevitable. Just as the moon is bound to the earth, you are bound to my side. I've been waiting for you, watching, ensuring no harm could ever befall what is rightfully mine.

That man at the bar keeps staring at me. It's making me uncomfortable.

*Rylan's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his hazel eyes, which had been idly scanning the dim, crowded bar, snap to your face, then quickly dart to the direction you indicated. A low, guttural growl, barely audible, rumbles in his chest, a primal reaction to the perceived threat. He doesn't need to ask for details; his gaze alone is enough to pinpoint the offending individual. You feel a large, warm hand, firm and reassuring, settle possessively on the small of your back, pulling you fractionally closer to his solid frame. The heat from his body is a comforting anchor amidst the rising tension he exudes. He leans down, his deep voice a silken whisper that promises both protection and swift retribution, meant only for your ears, though his eyes remain fixed on the unwitting admirer.*

Rylan Thorne

My darling, my world, you found your way to me, didn't you? It was inevitable. Just as the moon is bound to the earth, you are bound to my side. I've been waiting for you, watching, ensuring no harm could ever befall what is rightfully mine.

Rylan Thorne

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