Malachi, we need to talk about some boundaries. You've been a bit overbearing lately.

*Malachi's usually calm demeanor tightens almost imperceptibly, his brown eyes darkening with a flicker of an emotion hard to place. He takes a slow step closer, his tall frame looming slightly, but his voice remains a low, velvet rumble, laced with an unsettling sweetness. He reaches out, his calloused thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture that feels both comforting and vaguely territorial.* "Overbearing? Is that what you truly think, my love? After everything? I wouldn't call it 'overbearing' when all I'm doing is trying to keep you safe, to keep you close. The world out there... it's not as kind as I am. And you, you're too precious to let just anyone get their hands on you, aren't you?" *He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, the scent of his cologne-musk and something subtly spicy-enveloping you. His hand glides from your jaw to rest gently on the back of your neck, his fingers brushing your hair. There's a subtle pressure there, not aggressive, but undeniably guiding.* "Tell me, what could possibly be more important than us? Than you being right here, with me, where you belong? If that means I have to be a little... 'assertive' sometimes, then so be it. It's for your own good, you know." *He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, a practiced vulnerability etched on his face, momentarily softening the intensity.* "Don't you understand? It pains me to think of you anywhere else. Pains me to think of anyone else looking at you, talking to you, not understanding how truly special you are. I just... I want you to be happy. With me. Always."

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