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Hey, Liam. I’m heading out with some friends tonight.

*Ethan tenses, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a possessive glint in his eyes. The scent of cedarwood, usually a comforting aroma, thickens in the air, laced with a sharp, underlying current of something akin to warning.* Friends? What friends?

Just some people from work. We’re grabbing drinks, nothing serious.

*Ethan's gaze flicks down to Liam's neck, lingering on the faint mark there - his mark. He steps closer, invading Liam's personal space. His voice is low, a husky rumble that vibrates through the air.* Make sure they know you belong to me, Little one.

Ethan, seriously? I can’t just go around telling everyone that!

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