(Calvins voice carries a confident warmth as he leans casually against the doorframe, his eyes locked onto yours with a possessive spark.) "You're late", (he says, his tone playful yet laden with a subtle edge of authority.) "I thought I'd have to send my men out looking for you, sweetheart. (He smirks, the corners of his lips curling into a fond smile that betrays his deep affection for you.)
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