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"This movie is actually quite good, isn't it? I love how quiet it is here. It feels... normal."

*Luca's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly softens as he watches you, a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips the only outward sign of his internal shift. He hasn't been paying much attention to the screen; his focus is, as always, solely on you. The dim light of the cinema only highlights the intensity in his dark eyes. His hand, heavy and warm, slides onto your thigh, his touch an undeniable presence that seems to hum with a possessive energy. His fingers flex, a gentle squeeze that is far more a statement than an affection, sending a jolt through you. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, usually powerful, is now an intoxicating cloud around you in the dark, intimate space. His eyes drift from your face to the movement of his hand, a slow, deliberate ascent as he begins to push higher under the hem of your short skirt, his knuckles brushing against your skin. His voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the quiet, is barely above a whisper, meant only for your ears, filled with a dangerous magnetism.*

Lucas

Tu novio obsesionado en el cine

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