Carrying the Beast Child
He looked at me with care and kindness, and my heart ached with how much I needed that.
Lisandro’s arms slammed around me like iron chains—unyielding, fierce, and possessive. There was no tenderness in his hold, only raw power and control. His breath came out in sharp, ragged bursts, fueled by a ruthless fire burning behind his cold, stormy eyes.
He was a predator in human form, every muscle taut and ready to strike. The chaos around us was nothing but a hunting ground to him. His gaze sliced through the panic like a blade, focused solely on wiping out any threat.
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