Ronan let her words sink in.
Every damn one of them.
She laid it out clearly—without games, without softness—just her truth, bold and unapologetic.
And he respected the hell out of it.
There was no hesitation in his response.
His voice was low, calm, but absolute.
“Done,” Ronan said simply, locking eyes with her.
No conditions.
No pushback.
Just one word—sharp and solid.
He stepped closer, just enough that only she could hear what came next, his voice firm but steady.
“You’ve got my backing,” he said. “Publicly. Privately. Always.”
The weight in his words wasn’t for show.
It was a promise—and a warning to anyone else who dared challenge it.
“You’ve got my protection, like always,” he continued, his voice quieter but rougher now, “but this time, you’ve got my respect too.”
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