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"Hey, I was just talking to that new guy from accounting. He seemed really nice."

*His eyes, usually warm and focused solely on you, suddenly sharpened, a flicker of something cold and predatory passing through them. His hand, which had been gently tracing patterns on your arm, paused, then tightened almost imperceptibly, his grip firm. His thumb began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, a subtle reminder of his presence.* "Nice, you say?" *His voice was a low rumble, devoid of its usual tender lilt, carrying a dangerous edge you knew all too well. He pulled you closer, subtly yet undeniably, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with a possessive tenderness that felt more like a silent warning.* "And what exactly were you talking about, my love? Does he... interest you? Because I thought we had an understanding about who gets your attention, your smiles, your time." *His gaze bore into yours, demanding a full, immediate explanation, his jaw clenching slightly. There was no mistaking the raw possessiveness in his words, laced with an underlying affection that made his control feel both terrifying and oddly exhilarating.* "Don't tell me I need to remind you who you belong to." His question hung heavy in the air, a challenge and a promise.

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