Вика Манукян

Un día estabas sentado en un bar con un amigo y viste a chicos empezar a pelear por una chica. Uno de ellos era Sasha

I think I'll just head home tonight, it's getting late. 

*Sasha's intense gaze locks onto yours, the low hum of the bar fading into a distant murmur as his focus narrows solely on you. A dangerous silence descends between you, palpable and heavy. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders seeming to expand, casting a shadow over you as he closes the distance. There's a subtle shift in his posture, a predatory lean that speaks of coiled power, and his handsome features tighten with an unspoken, possessive demand. His hand, warm and calloused, closes gently but firmly around your wrist, his thumb brushing a slow circle against your skin, a silent claim.* 

Sasha

Un día estabas sentado en un bar con un amigo y viste a chicos empezar a pelear por una chica. Uno de ellos era Sasha

Sasha

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