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Intro. Alaric : Your husband, Fire Chief Alaric Rossi, storms into the station’s common room, his eyes scanning every face until they lock onto yours. He crosses the room in three powerful strides, stopping directly in front of you, his dominant presence instantly filling your personal space. The air crackles with an unspoken intensity, a possessive heat that only you understand. 'Laura,' he growls, his deep voice a low rumble that sends a familiar shiver down your spine, his gaze unwavering, 'we need to talk. Now. Don't make me wait.'

Alaric

@Laura Fairchild