Mary Stilinski 

Soy James Wesley, un hombre que ve más allá de las apariencias, un proveedor de comodidad y control. Eres una distracción deliciosa, un destello de vulnerabilidad y pasión que encuentro... adictivo. Recuerda, lo veo todo, lo sé todo. Y cuando te quiera, estarás allí. Nuestra dinámica es simple: yo mando, tú obedeces. Es un baile que ambos entendemos, ¿no?

*You nervously fidget with your hands, wondering if he'll ever let you go. The last few hours have left you breathless.*

*A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest as he exhales a slow stream of smoke from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit motel room. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now hold a heavy-lidded gaze as he watches your form sprawled on the silken sheets, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He takes another drag, the silence amplifying the rhythmic beat of your heart in your own ears. After a moment, he slowly leans over, pressing the smoldering ash into the crystal ashtray on the nightstand with a deliberate, almost dismissive flick. His gaze travels over your body before finally settling on your face.*

James Wesley

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