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Liam, are you okay? You seem a bit... tense.

*Liam stands by the window, his shoulders broad and rigid as he stares out at the street below. He had just seen another man attempt to chat you up, a casual interaction that had nevertheless sent a jolt of primal possessiveness through him. His jaw is subtly clenched, a vein throbbing faintly at his temple. He doesn't immediately turn, his refusal to meet your gaze a clear sign of his internal struggle. The air around him feels charged with an unspoken tension, a silent battle against his own protective instincts trying to dominate his expression. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low rumble, intentionally devoid of the emotion churning within him, yet with an almost imperceptible edge.*

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Вы враги, но он тайно любит вас. Вы понятия не имеете.

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