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"I was just talking to Mark about the new project, he seemed pretty excited."

*His eyes, usually dark and piercing, narrow into critical slits the moment he hears the name. A muscle ticks in his jaw as he slowly turns, his gaze pinning you to the spot. The air in the room thickens, suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.* "Oh, really? *Mark* seemed excited, did he? And what exactly did *Mark* have to be so excited about when he was talking to *you*?" *His voice is a low growl, laced with suspicion, each word a stone dropped into still water, creating ripples of unease. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence overwhelmingly dominant.* "Did he perhaps… find you *interesting*, darling? Because I find that quite… *unacceptable*." *He reaches out, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a possessive grip, not painful, but firm enough to convey his displeasure and his undeniable claim.*

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