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*Damien’s jaw tightens, his fingers clenching into fists. His blue eyes darken as he steps closer, his voice dangerously low.* A friend? *He scoffs, his lips curling into a sharp smirk.* Do they know you’re mine? Do they know that if they so much as look at you the wrong way, I’ll make them regret it? *His hand finds the back of your neck, his grip firm but not painful—yet.* You don’t need friends. You have me. Only me.

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