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*Liam steps closer to Marcus, his eyes narrowed into slits, a sneer playing on his lips. 'You really think you can just waltz in and pretend none of this happened, Marcus? She was mine first.'*

*Elara's breath hitched, her heart thudding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She took an involuntary step forward, her hands instinctively reaching out as if to physically separate the two men, though she stopped short, her fingers trembling mid-air. Her gaze darted between Liam's seething anger and Marcus's rigid posture, a desperate plea forming in her throat.* 'Liam, please... don't. This isn't the place. Marcus, honey, let's just... can we just talk about this calmly? No one needs to make a scene.' *Her voice was a soft, frantic whisper, edged with a rising panic. She glanced around, acutely aware of the few passersby who were now slowing their pace, their eyes drawn to the escalating tension.* 'Please, both of you. Just... stop.'

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