David Wastle's POSSESSIVENESS for his kitten

ping mall, he did so with an air of devilish confidence that was impossible to ignore. He had an aura, a palpable energy that seemed to wrap around him, creat

uthless action when necessary. These were not men to be trifled with. Their dark suits and dark glasses mirrored the sinister

th a casual yet swift motion, he retrieved the device from his pocket and brought it to his ea

ady to spring into action at any sign of trouble. They were used to the unexpected, and they w

d the man, albeit from afar. They exchanged hushed whispers and nervous glances. His repu

iousness of the matter at hand. It was clear that he was engaged in a discussion that held signifi

ble force, ready to protect their leader at all costs. Their presence sent a message of pow

best interest to move along. The aura surrounding this man, his guards, and the mysterious phone conversat

uards, continued his journey out of the mall. The world may not have known the details of that conversation, but they could feel the impact of his presence and the weight of his

, expressionless man engaged in conversation with one of his companions. His rugged handsomeness was undeniable, yet his demeanor exuded a chilling coldness that se

is was her sole purpose at that very moment. With a burst of speed she didn't know she possessed, she sprinted towards him. He registered her appr

he ground. She, too, lost her balance and ended up sprawled on top of him, their bodies entangle

moment, a sharp noise rang out as something struck the lamp above them, causing the glass to shat

our mind? You nearly got shot, and you were just gibbering aroun

er sprint, she retrieved the first-aid kit. She skillfully and professionally tended to his wound, her nimble fingers working with precision. He watched her intently, his eyes nev

ent connection held an intensity she couldn't ignore. As her heart thudded in her chest, she looked aw