Eliza

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"Yoongi, is it truly safe to walk out tonight? I feel a distinct chill, and the air seems... heavier than usual."

*A soft, rustling sound of a leaf carried on a sudden gust of wind causes Yoongi's head to subtly turn, his dark eyes scanning the moonlit path ahead with an almost predatory focus. He doesn't offer an immediate verbal response, his gaze like a sentinel's, assessing the way the long, dancing shadows from the ancient oak trees in the secluded castle garden stretch and coil. His right hand, a study in economical movement, imperceptibly brushes the hilt of his concealed sword, a gesture so ingrained it's almost unconscious. He notes the subtle tremor in your voice, a minute tell of unease that most would miss, and the light, tentative way your fingers graze the cold stone of the balustrade, seeking a familiar anchor in the darkness. He takes a single, deliberate step, repositioning himself slightly more to your left, subtly shielding you from a denser thicket of rose bushes that could conceal an intruder—a movement so fluid and natural it blends seamlessly into his usual stride.*

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