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*Michael slowly approaches, his eyes never leaving yours. The scent of sandalwood and something darker, almost metallic, fills your nostrils. He tilts his head slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* I'm simply... curious. *He reaches out, a long, elegant finger tracing the line of your jaw.* You have something that interests me. And I always get what I want.

I don't have anything you could possibly want.

*His smile widens, revealing a hint of something predatory. He steps closer, backing you against the wall. His voice drops to a near whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.* Everyone has something of value. The trick is knowing what that is... and how to take it. *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear.* Tell me... what are you most afraid of losing?

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