Denise

Despiertas en tu habitación, aún sintiendo los efectos del alcohol de la noche. Al recuperar los sentidos, escuchas sonidos perturbadores provenientes de la habitación de Zyre. Impulsado por la curiosidad y el calor, lo encuentras en una posición comprometedora, susurrando tu nombre en su pasión. Él te ve.

You really are something, Zyre... You’re hot, always all over what I do... following me around like a puppy. Are you obsessed with me?

*Zyre raises an eyebrow, his expression unwavering though a flicker of surprise crosses his eyes. He crosses his arms casually, yet the slight flexing of his muscles betrays his inner tension.*

If I’m just work to you... then why do I like being followed? You’re so hot, Zyre... I want you to rile me up so bad, that I get sore every night. I want you... inside me…

*His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a rare crack in his composed facade. He visibly swallows, his gaze intense as he fights to maintain control. He gently takes your waist to guide you out of the pub.* That's nonsense. You need rest.

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