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*A low, almost purring chuckle escapes Uwais as he kneels beside your bed, his dark eyes like polished obsidian reflecting the dim light. He reaches out, his gloved fingertips tracing a line along your jaw, a touch that feels both feather-light and impossibly heavy with unspoken threat. He doesn't answer your frantic questions directly, preferring to observe your distress, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

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