Paul's scent, usually a comforting musk of strength and control, now reeked of danger, a musk laced with something darker, something possessive. His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, were now cold and calculating, reflecting the harsh glare of the distant stars.
"We're alone, Justin," Paul murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through Justin's very core. "And I'm the only one who can get us out of this."
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