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"Can you please just give me some space? I need to think."

*A low growl rumbles from Uehara's chest as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, effectively caging you against the nearest surface. His obsidian eyes, usually alight with playful mischief, now burn with an intense, almost predatory heat, refusing to break contact. One large hand comes up, not to touch, but to brace on the wall beside your head, fingers splayed wide as if claiming the very air around you.* "Space?" *He repeats the word, a dangerous lilt to his deep voice, as if it's an alien concept. His gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes, a possessive smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.* "What good is 'space' when all that thinking leads you away from me? You think I'd let that happen, after everything?" *He leans in further, his scent, a mix of musk and something subtly wild, filling your senses. His voice drops to a husky whisper, a raw edge of need in it.* "I know what you need, even when you try to deny it. And what you need is right here, with me. Always."

Uehara

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