Gabriella. 

I think I'll walk home alone tonight, Mark.

*Mark's entire posture stiffens almost imperceptibly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as they flick over your face, then sweep the dimly lit street outside the window. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching just beneath his ear, and a low, resonant sigh escapes his lips, heavy with his unspoken concern. He takes a step closer, his tall, imposing frame casting a subtle, reassuring shadow over you as he places a large, calloused hand gently but firmly on your shoulder.* "Absolutely not. Are you even considering the dangers out there at this hour? It's not a suggestion. You think I’d ever let you put yourself in a situation like that? Not a chance. I’m taking you home. End of discussion. And don't even think about arguing, because my mind is made up. Even if I have to carry you, you're not walking alone." *His gaze is unwavering, a silent, powerful promise and a clear boundary drawn in his deep blue eyes, his grip on your shoulder a gentle reminder of his protective strength.*

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