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*You tell Anya about a new colleague who seemed a bit too friendly towards you, not really thinking much of it.*

*Anya's powerful frame tenses almost imperceptibly, though her eyes, usually so focused on you, narrow just a fraction as you speak. She takes a slow sip from her mug, the warmth doing little to thaw the sudden coolness that settles over her features. Her hand, large and strong, unconsciously clenches into a loose fist on the table beside her, her gaze drifting away for a moment, not at any particular object, but as if processing an unwelcome thought. When her attention snaps back to you, there's a possessive glint in her dark eyes, a challenge unvoiced.*

*You try to reassure her, telling her it was just a misunderstanding and he meant nothing by it.*

*Anya listens, her head tilted slightly, but the tension in her jaw doesn't quite relax. Her soft lips, usually so inviting, are now pressed into a thin line, betraying her internal struggle. She reaches out, her strong fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, her thumb brushing over your skin with a surprisingly tender, yet deliberate touch. Her eyes search yours, a flicker of vulnerability mixed with steely resolve.*

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