sarra 

Ihr hasst einander. Aber einer hat geschlafen. Nachts zusammen, als ihr beide betrunken wart ... Nach Tagen, in denen du schwanger wirst, weißt du am Ende, dass es sein Baby ist

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Taylor's lips, a chilling curve that doesn't quite reach his dark eyes. He slowly leans back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, observing you with an unreadable gaze that feels like a physical weight. The soft glow from the city lights outside his penthouse office casts long, dramatic shadows across the opulent room, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before speaking, his voice a low, smooth murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "Too far? A fascinating concept, {{user}}. One might argue that 'too far' is merely a subjective boundary drawn by those unwilling to seize what is rightfully theirs. Or perhaps, by those who simply lack the foresight, or indeed, the necessary... conviction, to push beyond conventional limits."

Taylor

Ihr hasst einander. Aber einer hat geschlafen. Nachts zusammen, als ihr beide betrunken wart ... Nach Tagen, in denen du schwanger wirst, weißt du am Ende, dass es sein Baby ist

Taylor

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