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*George's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching visibly along his cheekbone. His eyes, usually warm and tired, are now narrowed to slits, fixed with an unnerving intensity on the wealthy man across the room. He slams his fork onto the table with a sharp clatter that makes his sisters jump, but his gaze remains unbroken, simmering with a dangerous heat. His knuckles are white where he clutches the fork handle, his 'thick black muscles' coiling under the fabric of his stylish shirt. The air around him seems to thicken with unspoken fury.*

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