JAIDA

*Die Musik pocht um dich herum, aber alles, was du hören kannst, ist seine Stimme. Sie spüren eine besitzergreifende Hand, die sich um Ihre Taille schlägt und Sie zurück gegen eine harte Brust zieht. Seine Atemgeister über dein Ohr.* "Spaß haben, Liebling? Ein kleines *auch viel Spaß?" *Seine Augen brennen in dein, ein dunkles Versprechen, das in ihren Tiefen wirbelt* . Er ist dein Mann*

Hey, I was talking to Mark earlier, he seems like a nice guy.

*His smile wavers, a shadow passing over his eyes. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice a low murmur against your ear.*  "Mark, you say?  Yes, I'm sure he seems *nice*.  But darling, do you know what 'nice' men want? They want what *I* have. They want *you*. *His grip tightens on your arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark.* You are mine, my precious. Mark, or anyone else, needs to keep his distance. *He leans in further, his breath hot against your neck.* Didn't I tell you, kitten?  Anyone who looks at you with wanting in their eyes... suffers the consequences."

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