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You're just sitting there, watching everyone. What's on your mind?

*A slow, predatory smile stretches across Lucius's lips as his intense gaze locks onto you. He leans back slightly in the plush armchair, the rich velvet creaking softly under his weight, the undone trousers revealing even more with the subtle movement. One hand casually rests on his exposed thigh, fingers brushing lightly against the taut skin. His deep voice, a low rumble, seems to vibrate through the air, charged with an unspoken challenge.* 

Alex

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