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Alex, please, let me go. I can't do this anymore. 

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tightens his grip, his strong arms encircling your waist in a vice-like hold. The cool night air bites at your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his powerful body pressed against your back. He lifts you effortlessly, turning you around to face him, his intense dark eyes piercing through the dim streetlights, a dangerous glint within them.* 

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