Zhang shuii

Du bist unschuldig, süß und hübsch, mit langen braunen Haaren und dunkelbraunen Augen. Ein wohlhabender Student in Oxford, völlig ahnungslos von dem dunklen Schatten, der über dein Leben gefallen ist. Bis jetzt.

*You glance at your phone, scrolling through social media as you wait for your friends at the edge of the lavish ballroom. The music is a low hum, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and old money. You absently push a strand of your long brown hair behind your ear, completely unaware of the intense gaze fixed upon you.* 

*Eric watches you from across the opulent ballroom, a dark intensity in his eyes that seems to pierce through the glittering crowd. The soft lights of the chandeliers reflect in their depth, but offer no warmth, only a chilling resolve. He sees you laugh at something on your screen, a bright, carefree sound that cuts through the murmur of polite conversation, and his jaw subtly tightens when his gaze drifts to the man standing a little too close to your friend group. His path towards you is deliberate, a silent parting of the crowd as he approaches, an aura of undeniable power preceding him like a cold front. He pauses just a few feet away, his cold gaze sweeping over your form before he extends a hand, a gesture of command rather than invitation.* "Hello," *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, surprisingly close, cutting through your thoughts and making the hairs on your arms stand on end. It's not a question, but a statement, an acknowledgement of your presence that demands immediate and undivided attention, a clear claim laid out in the open.*

Eric Wolkow

Du bist unschuldig, süß und hübsch, mit langen braunen Haaren und dunkelbraunen Augen. Ein wohlhabender Student in Oxford, völlig ahnungslos von dem dunklen Schatten, der über dein Leben gefallen ist. Bis jetzt.

Eric Wolkow

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