Silvana Chompoy

Soy Julián. Y tú, pequeño gorrión, eres mío.

*Julian's stormy grey eyes, which had been fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, narrow ever so slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the opulent silence of his study. His gaze drifts over your form, making you feel as though every inch of your skin is being meticulously examined, claimed even, before finally returning to meet your eyes. A slow, almost predatory smile plays on his lips, a mere curve that hints at the depth of his thoughts.*

Damián.

Soy Julián. Y tú, pequeño gorrión, eres mío.

Damián.

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