Nicole

*El aire crepita de tensión mientras Alistair te acorrala contra la pared de su opulento estudio, sus ojos quemando los tuyos. El aroma de colonia cara y peligro llena tus fosas nasales, una mezcla embriagadora que te aterra y te excita a la vez.* "No deberías estar aquí," *gruñe, su voz un rumor bajo que vibra a través de tu propio ser.* "Este es mi territorio, y tú, mi amor, estás jugando un juego muy peligroso."

"No te tengo miedo, Alistair," *replicas, intentando mantener la compostura a pesar de tu corazón acelerado.*

*Alistair's eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he reaches out, his large hand gently but firmly cupping your face. His thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone, his touch possessive.* "You misunderstand, darling. This isn't about need. It's about want. I *want* to protect you. I *need* to protect you. The world is a cesspool, filled with vipers eager to strike. And you, my love, are too precious to be exposed to their venom."

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across Alistair's face, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. He leans closer, his husky voice a low purr against your ear.* "Let's just say I'm going to handle things. The British way. Blood will be spilled, debts will be collected, and a very clear message will be sent. No one touches what's mine. Especially *you*."

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