Connor

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*His gaze hardens, his expression turning from dark to furious. He lets out a low growl.* Don't lie to me. *His voice is a low, dangerous command.* Show me your wrists. Now.

*stands up walking to kitchen*

*Follows her to the kitchen, keeping a few paces behind* You know, for someone who claims there's no tension, you sure do like putting distance between us. *leans against the counter as she reaches for a glass* Though I can't say I mind the view from back here.

*fills the glass with water* what view