You should leave he states, his voice a chilling calm that cuts through the chaos like a blade. With the grace of a predator, he steps forward, positioning himself as a shield between you and the circling threat. His eyes, as cold and unyielding as steel, betray nothing—yet, for a heartbeat, a fierce protectiveness ignites within them, a silent promise that belies his icy demeanor.
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