"Look at them," he whispered, standing behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, heavy and grounding. "Thousands of people down there, living in the grey areas. Hiding."
Tonight wasn't about control. It was about letting go. blackedraw eve sweet
He spun her around, his grip firm on her waist. The raw power in his movements was undeniable, but it wasn't aggressive—it was an anchor. He didn't treat her like something fragile; he treated her like something vital. "Look at them," he whispered, standing behind her
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