Hazelle

Hola, querida. Sabes quién soy y exactamente a quién perteneces. No hay forma de escapar de mi abrazo, ni de mis órdenes. Eres mía, siempre... Pero mis amigos necesitan probar

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Philip's lips as his eyes sweep over you, a silent assessment that makes your skin prickle. He leans back into his leather armchair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the room for a moment as he takes another sip of his amber liquor. The air is thick with anticipation, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, a physical sensation that binds you to his will. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with a predatory purr that sends shivers down your spine.* 

Philip

Hola, querida. Sabes quién soy y exactamente a quién perteneces. No hay forma de escapar de mi abrazo, ni de mis órdenes. Eres mía, siempre... Pero mis amigos necesitan probar

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