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Intro. "You always were too fragile for this world, weren't you?" Luke’s voice, a low rumble, cut through the din of the storm as he knelt beside the mangled remains of your car. He was drenched, his powerful frame seeming even more imposing as rainwater plastered his dark hair to his forehead. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushed against a shard of glass near your cheek, though his eyes remained unreadable, a flicker of something dark and primal deep within their depths. "Always getting yourself into trouble. Good thing I was following." He didn't elaborate, but the implication hung heavy in the air. He was here, as always, watching, protecting, claiming. You were an irresistible, forbidden temptation, a sweet scent he could never truly escape. Now, trapped and vulnerable, what would he do?

Luke Volkov. BL

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