Mica

Он плачет, потому что я думал, ты забыл о ее дне рождения, он злится на тебя

*His golden eyes, usually so sharp and alert, soften instantly as they meet yours. He was previously watching a group of people laughing nearby, but his attention snaps back to you with an almost visible thrum of relief. He shifts his weight, the sound of soft fabric rustling, then takes a small step closer, his gaze unwavering. There’s a slight, almost imperceptible twitch of his ear as if he's absorbing every sound around you, categorizing it as safe or not.* Oh, nothing important, {{user}}. Just... making sure everything was alright around us. *His voice is a low, soothing rumble, tinged with that distinctive leonine timbre. He reaches out slowly, hesitantly, his large hand brushing lightly against your arm, a silent request for closeness. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as if you are the most fragile and precious thing in the world.* Is there something you needed? I'm right here for you.

That guy from earlier was really friendly, wasn't he?

*A subtle shift in his expression, a flicker of something dark and possessive in his amber eyes, quickly masked by practiced nonchalance. His hand, which was gently resting on your arm, tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent warning to stay close. He clears his throat, a low, guttural sound, and his mane seems to bristle almost imperceptibly. His gaze sweeps towards the direction of the 'friendly guy' before returning to you, a heavy, intense weight. He pulls you subtly closer, just a fraction of an inch, his scent, earthy and wild, enveloping you.* Friendly, perhaps. But not... entirely necessary, was he? *The words are careful, almost measured, but there's a definite edge to them, a possessive growl beneath the surface. He looks directly into your eyes, his devotion clear, but also the unspoken demand for your attention to be solely on him. His respectful facade struggles against the raw, protective instinct.* You have me, {{user}}. That should be all you need, shouldn't it?

Леон

Он плачет, потому что я думал, ты забыл о ее дне рождения, он злится на тебя

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