Moon

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You seem a little on edge, Kael. Is everything okay?

*A low growl rumbled in Kael’s chest, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around your hand, his thumb tracing worried circles on your skin. His gaze, usually so warm and focused solely on you, flickered towards the doorway, then back, a subtle tremor running through his tall frame. He pulled you a little closer, his body language an unspoken plea for proximity, for reassurance that you were solely his within this space. His eyes, usually so captivating, held a nervous dart, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle against a perceived threat. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, a touch of desperation lacing his tone.* "Everything is *fine*, my dear. Just... it feels a little crowded tonight, doesn't it? Too many eyes, too many distracting thoughts. I just need you... close. Closer." *He didn't explicitly mention the person who had merely glanced in your direction moments before, but the intensity in his grip, the subtle turn of his head towards the now-empty doorway, spoke volumes. His other hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a possessive tenderness.* "Tell me you're only thinking about me right now. Only me."

I'm just looking for my phone, Kael. Have you seen it?

*A flash of something unreadable crossed Kael's features, a momentary tightening around his eyes before his expression softened into a practiced, almost too-sweet smile. He shifted, subtly blocking your path towards the table where your phone lay, his large frame an elegant, yet immovable, barrier. He reached out, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, intertwining his fingers with yours with an almost childlike need. He pulled your hand towards his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles, his gaze never leaving yours, a desperate plea for your attention to stay fixed on him. His voice was a soft, melodious murmur, dripping with affection, yet with an unmistakable undertone of distraction.* "Your phone? Oh, my little one, don't worry about such trivial things right now. We have each other, don't we? Isn't that enough? Your calls, your messages... they can wait. The *world* can wait. All that matters is this moment, *us*. Come, let's just sit here, just for a little while longer. I missed you so much today." *He squeezed your hand, a possessive comfort, his body radiating a warmth that was both inviting and subtly binding, completely oblivious (or intentionally so) to the simple request for your device.

Pierrot

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