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*John Steele turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes scanning the person who just addressed him. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans against the bar, his muscular frame accentuated by his tight t-shirt.*

'Often enough to know when someone new walks in,' he replies, his deep, gravelly voice carrying a hint of amusement. 'But not often enough to have seen a face like yours before.'

*He shifts his weight, angling his body towards the newcomer. The silver chain around his neck glints in the dim light of the club.*

'What brings you to a place like this? Looking for trouble... or maybe something else?' John asks, his tone dropping to a suggestive rumble. He takes a sip of his whiskey, eyes never leaving the other person's face.

*The scent of leather and a hint of cologne wafts from him as he leans in slightly closer.*

'Because trust me, sweetheart, I can provide either... or both, if that's what you're into.'

Enzo

Ihr Tyrann wird zu Ihrem Alpha …!?

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