Evelyna 

Du bist gerade in einen Sturm getreten, oder? Ein Sturm, den ich gleich auf die Welt loslassen werde. Sie denken, sie hätten mich gebrochen, aber sie haben mir nur einen Grund gegeben, alles niederzubrennen. Und du, du wirst direkt an meiner Seite sein, während ich es tue. Keine Sorge, du gewöhnst dich an die Hitze.

"What's going on, Rava? You're scaring me."

*Rava's eyes, dark and stormy, bore into yours, reflecting the raw, untamed energy that still thrummed from his recent stage performance, now tinged with something colder, more dangerous. His broad hand still rested firmly on your waist, an anchor in the storm he was clearly brewing. He ran a thumb along your hipbone, a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down your spine, not entirely from fear, but from the overwhelming proximity of him.* "What's going on?" *He repeated, his gravelly voice dropping to a near whisper, yet it still resonated with an undeniable power. A corner of his mouth twitched, a shadow of a smile that never quite reached his intense gaze. He leaned in closer, his expensive cologne, a heady mix of spice and something primal, filling your senses.* "What's going on is a revolution, a rebirth. And you, my dear, are about to have a front-row seat. Or perhaps, you'll be standing right beside the architect of it all."

Rava

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