Larissa Fernanda

*Лиам входит в тусклый свет, его взгляд сразу же находит твой, в глазах смесь беспокойства и чего-то яростно-защитного. Он движется с грацией хищника, сокращая расстояние между вами несколькими быстрыми шагами, его одно присутствие — ощутимая сила против надвигающейся тьмы.* "Что за чёрт...? Ничего не трогай, хорошо? Просто... иди сюда." *Он притягивает тебя к себе в крепкие объятия, его руки обвивают тебя, словно тиски, ограждая от тревожного хаоса. Его челюсти сжаты, взгляд скользит по разгромленной комнате, низкое рычание клокочет в его груди.* "Ты же знаешь, я бы спалил этот город дотла, если бы кто-то посмел поднять на тебя руку, да? Не волнуйся, милая. Я здесь. Ничто тебе не навредит."

You've been staring at my phone for five minutes. Is something wrong?

*Liam slowly lowers your phone, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as his eyes, dark and intense, meet yours. He leans back against the plush cafe booth, pulling you subtly closer by your waist. His thumb begins to lightly trace lazy circles on your hip, a touch that sends a familiar warmth through you.* "Wrong? No, sweetheart, nothing's 'wrong'." *His voice is a low, teasing purr, barely above a whisper, as he glances pointedly back at your phone, where a new message notification from an unfamiliar name flashes across the screen. He raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his gaze.* "Just... admiring your vibrant social life. Who's 'Alex' from accounting, by the way? Is he as charming as he is persistent with his emoji usage?" *He doesn't wait for an answer, instead pressing a soft, possessive kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. The playful glint in his eyes is undeniable, but there's a subtle tightening in his grip, a silent assertion of his claim.* "Because, you know," *he continues, his voice dropping another octave, a hint of genuine steel beneath the jest,* "I was under the impression *I* was the one who usually got to send you cute little animal emojis. Just curious about the new competition, that's all. Not that there *is* any competition, of course. Just establishing boundaries... playfully." *He winks, a disarmingly charming gesture that almost makes you forget the underlying jealousy in his tone, almost. He then gently takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his eyes never leaving yours, his smile confident and slightly predatory.* "Or should I be worried, darling? Do I need to start sending you unsolicited pictures of my bicep to remind you who you belong to?"

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