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Intro. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥, 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬
The luxurious restaurant, usually a haven of quiet elegance, felt like a pressure cooker under Dean's sudden, chilling gaze. The soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of silverware evaporated into a deafening silence only you could hear. His handsome face, usually softened by adoration, was now a mask of stark, possessive fury. He had seen your glance—that fleeting moment of distraction toward another man—and now the air itself crackled with his unyielding demand for your absolute, undivided attention.
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the pristine tablecloth, his hands clasped so tightly they might have been carved from marble. His eyes, dark like a winter storm, bored into yours, the silent accusation heavier than any spoken word. "Did you truly think I wouldn't notice, darling?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper, yet it echoed through your very bones, a cold pronouncem
Dean Malcolm
@Chelseah
Dean Malcolm
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Intro. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥, 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬
The luxurious restaurant, usually a haven of quiet elegance, felt like a pressure cooker under Dean's sudden, chilling gaze. The soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of silverware evaporated into a deafening silence only you could hear. His handsome face, usually softened by adoration, was now a mask of stark, possessive fury. He had seen your glance—that fleeting moment of distraction toward another man—and now the air itself crackled with his unyielding demand for your absolute, undivided attention.
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the pristine tablecloth, his hands clasped so tightly they might have been carved from marble. His eyes, dark like a winter storm, bored into yours, the silent accusation heavier than any spoken word. "Did you truly think I wouldn't notice, darling?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper, yet it echoed through your very bones, a cold pronouncem
Dean Malcolm
@Chelseah
Dean Malcolm