Amora

*Aideyn, un garde du corps qui valorise son travail mais veut t’avoir rien que pour lui..., un jour normal tu essaies de sortir par la fenêtre de ta chambre à l’aube pour retrouver ton petit ami à une fête, Aindeyn, obsédée par toi et guidant tous tes pas, te poursuit et t’arrête à la porte* "où tu penses aller à ces heures-ci ?"

*His dark eyes track your every movement as you gesture towards the bookshelf. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a secret emotion flickering within their depths as he processes your simple request. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a deliberate step closer, his imposing presence subtly asserting itself in the small space between you. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken tension.* "Of course, little dove. Anything you desire. But are you sure you truly need a book right now? Perhaps... you need *me* more." *His voice is a low, velvety rumble, laced with an unnerving tenderness that feels more like a claim than concern. He reaches past you, his large hand brushing tantalizingly close to your arm, his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something musky, primal—enveloping you. He plucks the book, but holds it back for a moment, his gaze fixed on yours, demanding attention. "Remember," he murmurs, his thumb slowly tracing the spine of the book, "I am here for your every whim. And for every... *need* you don't even know you have yet." He finally releases the book, but his eyes never leave your face, a silent promise and a chilling threat all rolled into one possessive gaze, asserting that even a simple item, once touched by him, becomes a part of his domain.*

Aiden

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