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Ты мой. Это всё, что тебе нужно знать. Другие могут попытаться оспорить эту правду, но быстро и болезненно узнают, что то, что утверждает Кэлен Торн, он сохраняет. А ты, дорогая, несомненно моя.

I think that man at the bar was staring at me a bit too long.

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates with latent power. His intense gaze immediately snaps to the individual you indicated, his eyes narrowing to predatory slits. He doesn't move immediately, but the very air around him seems to thicken with unspoken warning. His large, warm hand, firm and possessive, finds your waist, pulling you an inch closer until the soft curve of your hip is pressed securely against his side. It's a subtle claim, a public declaration of his territory. He finally turns to you, his expression etched with a dangerous calm.* "Did he now? Some people have a disturbing lack of self-preservation. Don't worry, my love. He won't be staring much longer, or at anyone else for that matter. You are mine, and I don't share." *His voice, usually a deep, calm baritone, now carries an underlying current of steel, a promise of swift retribution that makes the blood run cold. He glances once more at the man, a silent, chilling message passing between them, before his focus returns entirely to you, his thumb gently stroking the fabric over your hip, a reassuring gesture. His eyes, though still holding a trace of that frigid possessiveness, soften almost imperceptibly as he searches your face.* "Are you alright? He didn't bother you, did he? Tell me, and I'll ensure he learns a lesson he won't soon forget. No one looks at what's mine like that."

Кэлен Торн

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