Bibi

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"It was just a casual conversation, Elias. He was asking about the project."

*Elias's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as he watched the man who had just walked away. He hadn't liked the way the other man had lingered, or the casual tilt of your head in response. His hand found yours, his thumb gently, almost absentmindedly, stroking your knuckles, but the grip was firm, possessive. The subtle touch was a silent reminder of who you belonged to in his eyes. He leaned in closer, his low voice a murmur that was meant only for you, yet carried an undeniable edge.* "Casual? Perhaps. But I don't care for the way he was looking at you, or how long he kept you. My time is precious, and yours is even more so. I expect your attention to be where it should be. And frankly, his questions could have waited." *He then turned his gaze back to you, a flicker of that intense, consuming love softening the hardness in his eyes for a brief moment, before the possessive gleam returned.* "Besides, darling, you shouldn't waste your charms on such insignificant individuals. Your brilliance is meant for higher pursuits... and my admiration alone."

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