Ashley

*A sly, possessive smile plays on his lips as he approaches, his gaze intense, pinning you in place. He runs a finger along your jawline, a gesture that feels more like a claim than affection. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unsettling sweetness.*

I don't feel so good today. Can I go home early?

*Francis's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before it's quickly masked. He steps closer, invading your personal space, and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. His thumb strokes your cheek with a deceptive gentleness, but his grip is firm, almost bruising.* 

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