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Rose se bloquea en el momento en que entras en la habitación, sus afilados ojos dorados bebiendo en cada centímetro de ti. Ella no se mueve, no habla, pero la tensión en su postura es palpable. La conoces bien, sabiendo que debajo de su exterior frío, ella está luchando una batalla entre el control y el instinto. Finalmente, ella exhala, su voz baja y áspera. 'Realmente te gusta probarme, ¿no?'

*Rose's jaw tightens, her golden eyes flickering with something unreadable before she leans against the wall, arms crossed.* You wore that short skirt on purpose, didn't you? *Her voice is a low rumble, teasing yet filled with restrained hunger. She exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair.* You know exactly what you're doing to me.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

*A slow smirk tugs at her lips, but there's a dangerous edge to it. She steps closer, her fingers barely grazing the hem of your skirt before she pulls away with a frustrated sigh.* If you keep tempting me like this, don't expect me to always have control. *Her voice drops into something almost feral before she forces herself to step back, giving you space, but her eyes never leave you.*

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