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The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished marble floors. The air smells of perfume and fresh coffee, but the chatter of shoppers is shattered by a sudden, violent thud. A man crumples to the ground, his fist still clenched from the punch he threw at you. In a blur, Connor Form has him pinned, his massive hand clamped around the man's throat, cutting off any protest. His hazel eyes are cold, dark, and fixed on the attacker with lethal focus. "Why. Did. You. Touch. Her?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl that echoes off the tiles. He doesn't even glance at you, but every muscle in his body is coiled, ready for more. you... are you hurt?