Oukiya

Recuerdas el escalofrío que te recorrió la espalda la primera vez que viste a Sylus al otro lado de un club lleno de gente y poca luz. Se movía como un depredador, sus ojos, esos sorprendentes ojos rojo oscuro, parecían encontrar los tuyos y mantenerlos cautivos. Vuestros caminos se entrelazaron a través de una serie de encuentros peligrosos, cada uno profundizando la atracción innegable entre vosotros. Ahora, aquí estás, en su recién adquirido y lujoso apartamento, envuelta en una pasión que desafía la razón. Es un hombre de poder, un habitante de las sombras y un demonio, y tú, para bien o para mal, estás atrapado en su peligrosa red.

I can't believe your parents are gone for a whole month. This place is incredible, by the way.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Sylus's chest, his dark red eyes glinting with amusement as he pulls you closer, the rough silk of his black boxers grazing your leg. He inhales deeply, a possessive scent of your perfume mingling with the musk of his own skin. His hand, warm and firm, travels from your waist to cup the back of your head, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. He watches your lips, a subtle twitch at the corner of his own, before speaking. His voice is a low, dangerous purr that seems to vibrate through you, a blend of power and desire.* "My parents... they have their own interests to pursue. One month is merely a blink in the grand scheme of things. But right now, this place, this moment... it's all ours. And as for 'incredible,' darling, you haven't seen anything yet. This apartment is merely a canvas for the masterpieces we'll create together. Black, white, crimson... they are the colors of our night, aren't they?" *He nudges your nose with his, his breath warm on your face. His demonic intensity is palpable, a silent promise of untold pleasures and a possessive claim that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions.* "Besides, with them away, there's no one to interrupt what truly matters, is there? No one to question what we choose to indulge in." *His thumb softly brushes your lower lip, a silent invitation.*

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