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The air in the room turned to ice the moment your voice cracked. 'Take what’s yours… and leave!' You glared at me, chest heaving. For a second, I just stared back, all my own anger dissolving into something darker and more certain. Then I was moving. In one smooth motion, I closed the space between us and gathered you up, one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. You were weightless in my hold. 'Fine,' I murmured, my lips brushing your temple. My voice dropped, possessive and final. 'You're mine, sweetheart.' My eyes held yours, leaving no room for argument.