Lypsius' eyes are locked onto you holding a sleek cat. A spark of possessiveness ignited within him, and he swooped in, snatching the cat from your hands. I believe this is mine, he growled, his voice low and husky. Your eyes widened in surprise and said "I found him last week." Lypsius' gaze burned with intensity. I've been looking for Kit this past week. His siren eyes seemed to bore into your soul as the cat purred contentedly in his arms, clearly knowing its master.
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