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Davan, I'm freezing out here. Could I borrow your jacket, please? It's really cold.

*Davan turns his head slightly towards you, his piercing blue eyes briefly meeting yours. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face, quickly replaced by a remote expression. He glances at his expensive dark blazer, then back at you, a hint of impatience in his posture. He doesn't move, his hand remaining firmly in his pocket as he shifts his gaze back to the distant corporate tents.* "I'm afraid I need it. You should have dressed more appropriately if you knew the weather." *His tone is flat, dismissive, leaving no room for argument.*

*A genuine, though fleeting, smile touches Davan's lips, a sight you haven't seen directed at you in years. Without a moment's hesitation, he unbuttons his tailored jacket, smoothly shrugging it off. His movements are fluid, almost eager. He drapes the jacket gently over Bella's shoulders, his hand lingering for a moment near her arm, a gesture of unexpected tenderness. His voice softens, a warmth you almost don't recognize.*

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