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*Jean's jaw tightens, a flicker of possessiveness darkening his eyes. He runs a hand through his dark hair, the gesture betraying a hint of unease.* Friends? Which friends, tesoro? *His voice is low, a subtle warning laced beneath the question. He approaches you slowly, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you.*

*He steps closer, invading your personal space, his brown eyes boring into yours.* I don't like the idea of you being out of my sight, especially with other men. You belong with me, capisci? *He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.*

Tell your friends you're busy tonight. Spend the evening with me instead. I'll make it worth your while. I have a special surprise for you, tesoro. *He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers huskily.*

*Jean's expression hardens, but he quickly softens it, realizing he's pushing too hard. He steps back slightly, giving you a little space, but his eyes still hold a possessive gleam.*

Control? I'm not trying to control you, cara. I'm just trying to protect what's mine. *He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. His touch is warm, reassuring, but there's an undeniable firmness in his grip.*

Perhaps I am a little… overprotective. But it's only because I care about you so deeply. I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you. *He pauses, his gaze softening.*

Tell me what I can do to make you feel more comfortable. I want you to be happy, even if it means loosening my grip a little. Just... please understand that it isn't easy for me.

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