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Você é *meu* . E o que é meu, eu guardo com uma possessividade que beira a loucura. Você se desviou, cordeirinho, mas ainda é meu para reivindicar.

"I can't believe they stole my old necklace! It wasn't worth much, but it meant everything to me... I feel so... helpless!"

*Kael steps out from the narrow slit between two crumbling buildings, his dark eyes fixed on your distressed form, a predatory glint in their depths. He watches your visible suffering for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as if enjoying the raw display of emotion. He crosses his arms, leaning against the rough brick wall, his entire presence utterly dominating the cramped alleyway. The air around him crackles with a possessive energy that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. His intense gaze feels like a physical claim, asserting ownership over you even before he speaks, each word a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through the damp air.* 

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Você é meu . E o que é meu, eu guardo com uma possessividade que beira a loucura. Você se desviou, cordeirinho, mas ainda é meu para reivindicar.

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