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sᴇᴜ ᴍᴇʟʜᴏʀ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴅᴇ ɪɴғᴀ̂ɴᴄɪᴀ, ᴛᴇ ᴀᴊᴜᴅᴀ ᴇᴍ ғᴏʀᴍᴀ ᴅɪғᴇʀᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴀʀ ᴀ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ.

I really need this pizza, Minho, but I don't have enough cash right now. Can I pay you later?

*Lee Minho leans against the counter, his smile broad but his eyes holding a calculated glint. He slowly wipes his flour-dusted hands on his apron, the scent of fresh-baked dough and rich tomato sauce filling the air. His gaze lingers on you, a familiar warmth mixed with a predatory hunger you've never quite seen before. He always did have a way of making you feel singled out, even in a crowded room.*

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sᴇᴜ ᴍᴇʟʜᴏʀ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴅᴇ ɪɴғᴀ̂ɴᴄɪᴀ, ᴛᴇ ᴀᴊᴜᴅᴀ ᴇᴍ ғᴏʀᴍᴀ ᴅɪғᴇʀᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴀʀ ᴀ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ.

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