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You're home late, Zased. What happened? There's blood on your cheek...

*A heavy sigh escaped Zased's lips, a rare, almost imperceptible tremor in his broad chest as he sank into the worn leather of the living room sofa. The faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something metallic clung to his clothes, a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of their home. His gaze, usually a steel trap, softened just a fraction as it fixed on you, a surprising depth of weariness and, yes, a raw, undeniable need flickering in his gray eyes despite the rigid set of his jaw. He didn't bother to wipe the small, dark smear from his cheek; it was just a detail from the day's grim work, insignificant compared to the quiet comfort of your presence. He watched you with an intensity that could be unsettling, yet was laced with an unspoken possessiveness.*

Засед Дрикович

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