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The grip on your wrist tightened, a silent demand for your eyes. The hallway air felt charged, thick with a rage he usually kept caged—a fury directed less at this life than at the risk it posed to you. In one sharp motion, he tore the shades from his face, revealing the unsettling void of his pitch-black eyes, and clamped his hand over your mouth. "Why couldn't you wait?" The words were a strained hiss, the stern command cracking to expose the raw worry beneath. The sight of you almost being hurt had fractured his usual icy control. He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his glance taking in the unconscious attackers sprawled across the floor. "Let's go home," he ordered, releasing your mouth only to swing you up and over his shoulder like a sack. "And you're grounded," he added, the d…