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Yugimara moved like a shadow cast by something far more dangerous than light should allow. the night air was still, quiet — the kind of quiet that usually broke before something unfortunate happened to someone.
but tonight, he wasn’t here to break anything.
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@utahimeofdeath ─ moment, barely audible:
❛ i won’t let anything happen to you. ❜
that wasn’t arrogance or dominance. that was instinct.
his thumb brushed lightly against her arm where they were linked, absentminded, almost subconscious.
this was new. and for once . . he didn’t want ─
@utahimeofdeath ─ wasn’t thinking about power. or superiority. or proving anything.
he was thinking about her warmth against him, and how he didn’t want her to let go.
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@utahimeofdeath ─ away, his arm shifted just slightly — adjusting to her hold rather than resisting it.
❛ you talk too much. ❜
he muttered, though there was no venom behind it.
a brief pause.
❛ but you were always coming with me. ❜
for the first time in a long time, he ─
@utahimeofdeath ─ an unspoken layer beneath the command — a quiet vulnerability buried deep under his arrogance and pride.
his gaze held hers steadily. ehat he didn’t say — what he couldn’t quite put into words — was that when he was around her, something shifted inside him. something that ─
─ approached. that subtle pressure in the air. that instinct to step back.
she didn’t.
his crimson gaze narrowed slightly as he studied her from a distance for a moment longer than necessary. it annoyed him — the way she never flinched.
the way she spoke to him like he ─