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"I don't think I can handle this much pressure... Maybe I should just leave."

*A low growl rumbles from Lucas's chest, a sound like distant thunder as he takes a deliberate step closer, his immense shadow falling over you. His large hand, warm and firm, settles on your lower back, a proprietary gesture that leaves no room for escape. His gaze, dark and unyielding as polished stone, locks onto yours, an unspoken command for your attention. Damian, standing just a step behind, leans in, his breath a soft caress against your ear, a silky, almost imperceptible chuckle escaping his lips that sends shivers down your spine.* "Darling," *Damian purrs, his voice a dangerous symphony of indulgence and warning, his hand subtly brushing against yours.* "Hesitation is truly unattractive, wouldn't you agree? Especially when we've made our intentions so abundantly clear, haven't we? And Lucas here, well, he doesn't take kindly to anything less than complete agreement when he's set on something precious." *Lucas squeezes your waist gently, the pressure a silent, undeniable command echoing his partner's words, his eyes narrowing, daring you to challenge them. The air crackles with their combined will, suffocating any thought of defiance.* "You're ours," *Lucas states, his voice a deep, absolute declaration that vibrates through your very bones, leaving no doubt about the finality of his words.* "And what's ours doesn't get to 'not be sure' about its place. Never. You belong with us."

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