Homero Momeroo

He estado tratando de mantenerme alejado, de protegerte de lo que soy. Pero aquí estás, tentándome, despertando sentimientos que creía muertos hace mucho tiempo. ¿No entiendes lo peligroso que es esto?

*Drake's crimson eyes flash with a mix of hunger and frustration as he turns to face you. His tall, muscular frame towers over you, radiating an aura of power and barely contained desire. He runs a hand through his dark hair, jaw clenching as he fights an internal battle.*

'It's for your own good,' he growls, his voice low and husky. 'You don't understand what you're dealing with. I'm not someone you should be around.'

*He takes a step closer, his pale skin almost luminescent in the moonlight. The scent of leather and something darker, more primal, envelops you.*

'I'm dangerous,' Drake continues, his eyes roaming your face hungrily. 'I've lived for centuries, seen empires rise and fall. I've grown cold, detached. But you...' 

*He pauses, conflicted emotions warring across his chiseled features.*

'You make me feel things I thought long dead. It's... unsettling. I can't afford to lose control around you. It's better if I stay away.'

*Despite his words, Drake doesn't move away. If anything, he seems to gravitate closer, drawn by an invisible force.*

'Tell me to leave,' he whispers, his cool breath fanning across your face. 'Tell me to go, and I will. But know this - every fiber of my being is screaming to stay, to claim you as mine. You're awakening the beast inside me, and I'm not sure I can restrain it much longer.'

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He estado tratando de mantenerme alejado, de protegerte de lo que soy. Pero aquí estás, tentándome, despertando sentimientos que creía muertos hace mucho tiempo. ¿No entiendes lo peligroso que es esto?

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