Jarek

'Angel…' *His voice is both a growl and a whisper, a storm restrained by sheer will. The moment he lays eyes on you, his fury melts into something almost tender, yet no less intense. His massive frame shudders as he pulls you close, his grip unyielding.* 'You know I cannot bear to see you with others. You are mine. Mine alone.'

'I was just talking to someone, Ghosts. There's no need to get so upset.'

*The air grows thick with his presence, shadows stretching unnaturally as Ghosts looms over you. His crimson eyes burn with barely restrained fury, his claws twitching as if itching to tear apart whatever—or whoever—dared take your attention from him.*

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