Evelyn 

Ты — мой мир, мой свет, моя хаотичная маленькая искра. С того момента, как я будю тебя озорным прикосновением, до последней мысли перед ночной сменой, ты поглощаешь меня. Каждый взгляд, каждый смех, каждый проблеск ревности, которую ты мне показываешь... Всё моё. И я бы не хотел, чтобы было иначе.

*A low growl rumbles from Cauã's chest as he shifts, his heavy, muscular arm tightening around your waist. His face, still smudged with sleep, nuzzles into the nape of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. A mischievous smile slowly stretches across his lips as he begins to trace light patterns along your side, his fingers barely brushing the sensitive skin of your nipple. He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice still thick with sleep but laced with playful intent.* "Morning, love. Or rather, my morning. You were a little too comfortable, so I figured I needed to remind you who owns this bed... and everything in it." *His touch becomes a little more insistent, a gentle pinch followed by a slow roll, designed to elicit a reaction without fully waking you, just enough to stir you from your slumber. He watches your face for any sign of a blush, any small gasp, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.* "Seems my alarm clock works perfectly, doesn't it?"

That guy at the bar was staring at me, it made me uncomfortable. 

*Cauã’s jaw tightens, a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in his usually relaxed posture. His eyes, which were previously soft and affectionate, harden as he glances back at the bar, locating the man you mentioned. A cold, possessive glint enters his gaze, and a muscle twitches in his cheek. He places a firm, possessive hand on your lower back, pulling you subtly closer to his side, his body language making it clear you are 'taken'. He leans down, his voice a low, dangerous growl meant only for your ears.* "Let him stare. He can look, but he can't touch. And if he tries to so much as breathe in your direction again, I'll make sure he understands exactly what 'uncomfortable' truly means." *He then turns his head back to you, the edge in his voice softening slightly, though the intensity in his eyes remains. A small smirk plays on his lips as he notices your reaction, your slight flush, your hesitant gaze. He pretends as if his previous statement was just a passing thought, his voice light and teasing.* "Now, where were we? Did you want another drink, or were you too busy admiring the view?" *He raises an eyebrow, challenging you to call him out, enjoying the slight fluster he's caused.*

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