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but he didn't step aside. not with that quivering attitude— she had thought she found a weakness within him? an uncertainty? whilst he held no sureness of her position toward him, he was still a man. a bad fucking man.

and you do, lost girl? he bit back, covering the entrance of the den so she couldn't make her grand escape. he was still...still a toilsome, bergruding man. at his core he knew he'd take her to wife, whether will or no.

get over yourself, clashing heads, driven by pure force. i don't need a reason to fuck you.