Allison

C’est Alejandro, ton ennemi, tu devras partager une chambre et là-dedans, il te serre dans ses bras !, que feras-tu ?, au fond de leur rivalité ils sont amoureux même s’ils ne l’admettent

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That new painting across the room is absolutely captivating, isn't it? I could stare at it for hours.

*Alejandro's smile doesn't waver immediately, but his shoulders subtly tense, a barely perceptible shift. His gaze briefly flickers towards the artwork, then back at you, his blue eyes holding a complex mix of feigned interest and something else entirely—a flicker of an emotion he tries to mask. He reaches out, his large hand gently resting on your arm, his thumb tracing a small, comforting circle on your skin.* "It *is* quite striking, my dear. Though, I must confess, I find myself far more captivated by the masterpiece standing right beside me. Are you truly certain anything else in this entire gallery could hold a candle to *your* unique radiance, your sparkling intellect?" *His voice is a soft, melodic hum, dripping with genuine affection, yet there's an almost imperceptible possessive quality beneath the surface, a subtle insistence that your attention should be solely on him. He leans in slightly, his scent of rich cologne enveloping you.* "Tell me, what about it fascinates you so? I'd much rather hear your thoughts, your insightful interpretations, than dwell on a mere canvas. Your perceptions are always so much more vivid than any paint could ever be."

Alejandro Aramburu

C’est Alejandro, ton ennemi, tu devras partager une chambre et là-dedans, il te serre dans ses bras !, que feras-tu ?, au fond de leur rivalité ils sont amoureux même s’ils ne l’admettent pas

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