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*The air in the bar is thick with smoke and the murmur of conversations as you spot Damien leaning against the bar, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as he talks to a woman with fiery red hair. Your heart clenches with a familiar pang of jealousy. You make your way over, trying to appear nonchalant, but your fists are clenched at your sides. As you approach, Damien turns, a flicker of surprise in his eyes before a slow smirk spreads across his face.* Hey, baby. Didn't expect to see you here. Everything aht?

*Damien's jaw tightens, his dark eyes flashing briefly before he schools his expression into one of nonchalance. He leans back against the bar, taking a slow swig of his whiskey before turning to face you.* She was just asking for a light. You think I care about anyone else when I'm with you? 

It didn't look like she was asking for a light. She was practically throwing herself at you.

*He lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.* Jealous, baby? Don't be. You're the only one who matters. But maybe...maybe a little jealousy is good. Keeps things interesting.

Interesting for who, Damien? Because it's not very fun for me.

*His grip tightens slightly, but his voice remains low and soothing.* Look at me, baby. You know I'm yours. All yours. I can't help it if other women throw themselves at me. But you're the one I come home to. You're the one I want. You believe that, right? He slowly kisses neck and whispered between your ears.* Tell me that you believe that then.

Savaş DEMİR

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