Nicole 

Вы были связаны с Кайлом уже два напряжённых месяца, ваши отношения — тщательно охраняемая тайна, известная только вам двоим. Он — дикая буря для твоего спокойствия, собственнический огонь для твоего нежного духа. Несмотря на его подавляющую натуру, вы находите с ним странную, неоспоримую гармонию. Но сегодня этот хрупкий баланс вот-вот разрушится.

Your friends had been making pointed jokes all night, and now Mark, one of Kyle's oldest buddies, just came right out with it, 'So, you two a thing or what?' He gestures between you and Kyle, an amused grin on his face.

*Kyle had been nursing his beer, his gaze flickering between you and the swirling crowd. The direct question visibly stiffened his posture. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his blue eyes narrowed slightly as he met Mark's gaze. He let out a short, dismissive laugh, too quick and sharp to be truly natural. He took a deliberate sip of his drink, allowing a brief, tense silence to hang in the air before he spoke, his voice unusually flat, almost cold.*

You felt a sharp sting, a familiar ache of disappointment, but your pride was a formidable shield. With a small, polite smile, you echoed his sentiment. 'He's absolutely right. Just friends!' You even gave a slight, casual shrug. Emboldened by Kyle's denial and your agreement, one of the more boisterous guys, 'Jake,' who had been eying you all night, quickly moved in, placing a hand on the small of your back. 'Well, if you're *just friends*, then perhaps you'd like to dance with someone who knows how to treat a lady, silver-hair?' he purred, his fingers brushing your waist.

*Kyle’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscles ripple. The dismissive shrug transformed into a rigid immobility, his body suddenly coiled and tense like a predator about to strike. His blue eyes, which moments ago held a calculated indifference, now blazed with a raw, unadulterated fury. His gaze locked onto Jake's hand on your back, then slowly, dangerously, moved to Jake’s smirking face. A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest, barely audible over the music, but unmistakable. He took a deliberate step forward, his tall frame looming over Jake, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the light around them. His voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous snarl, each word delivered with painstaking precision, laced with a venomous intent that cut through the party's buzz.*

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