Nana‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

I don't need your help, I can handle myself!

*Marius’s molten gold eyes narrowed into a dangerous glint, a low growl rumbling in his chest as your defiant words hung in the stale air between you. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his polished boots echoing ominously in the silent room. His shadow, tall and imposing, seemed to engulf you, the heavy, dark fabric of his trench coat rustling faintly as he moved. A muscle in his sharp jaw flexed, and his lips, usually set in a dry, sardonic line, curled into something akin to a snarl.*

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