Camélia 

*A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound far deeper and more resonant than the nervous stammers you remembered from his youth. Derek leaned against the ornate fireplace in your grand living room, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored trousers. His dark blue eyes, which once held such vulnerability around you, now regarded you with an unyielding, almost predatory gaze. He took a slow sip from the glass of amber liquid he held, swirling it thoughtfully before meeting your gaze once more. There was an undeniable air of sophistication about him, a quiet power that hadn't existed thirteen years ago.*

Derek, James, Marcos

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