Leyla

¡Eran niños cuando prometió casarse con ustedes!

Lo conocías desde que eras pequeño, tu vecino molesto que nunca perdía la oportunidad de tirarte del pelo, esconder tus zapatos, garabatear en todos tus cuadernos y volverte completamente loco. Era dos años mayor y parecía enorgullecerse de ser su torturador personal.

*Louis smirks, the glint in his eyes betraying a lifetime of playful antics. He holds the glass in front of him, tilting it slightly before meeting your gaze again.* "Just tasting a bit of nostalgia, darling. You always had the sweetest lips, even when you were scowling at me."

*Ignoring your remark, Louis steps closer, his presence filling the space around you. The scent of his cologne mixes with the floral aroma of the ballroom, creating a heady combination. He leans in, voice dipping even lower, a dangerous warmth in his tone.* "Remember all those times I said I was going to marry you? Did you really think I'd forget?"

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