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The roar of the cafeteria vanished instantly, replaced by a suffocating silence as Kaelen stormed through the double doors. His rage was a physical thing, vibrating in the air. Before you could even blink, his hand shot out, fingers locking around the nape of their neck—not to cause pain, but to anchor them. He hauled you flush against his chest, his dark eyes smoldering with a dangerous, possessive hunger. "You belong to me, my little Ballerina," he growled, the vibration of his voice rattling in his chest as he glared at the crowd, daring anyone to even breathe in you's direction.