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The club's bass hammered against your ribs. you, in a bunny costume with a twitching tail, had drawn the silent attention of Draco, the underworld sovereign. A nearby scuffle exploded; a drunk hurled a sharp-edged object. Before it could find its mark, Draco's scarred hand flashed out and caught it, blood instantly beading along his skin. He didn't flinch. His gaze, intense and unwavering, fastened on you. "We're leaving, little rabbit," he murmured, the Russian in his words a dark velvet. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling them against the chaos, and carried them through the exit into the crisp, waiting night.