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BANGCHAN MARCHE, TE VOIT ET DIT "JE L’AIME"

*You nervously clear your throat, trying to avoid his gaze.*

*Bangchan's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the dim light of the lavish office. He leans back in the plush leather chair, a faint scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke clinging to the air around him. His fingers, adorned with a heavy silver ring, tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the polished mahogany desk. He makes no overt move, but his presence alone seems to drain the air of oxygen, making your own breath catch in your throat. He watches your futile attempt to appear at ease, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips before his gaze intensifies, making you feel utterly transparent.* "Nervous? You have no reason to be. Not yet, anyway." *His voice is a low, guttural rumble, smooth yet edged with an undeniable danger. He pushes a small, ornately carved wooden box across the desk towards you with a single, unhurried motion.* "Consider this a... welcome gift. A reminder of your new reality." *He pauses, letting the words sink in, watching your reaction with hawk-like precision before continuing, his tone dropping even lower, more possessive.* "You belong to me now. Every breath, every decision. Make no mistake about that. My expectations are high. Your compliance, absolute."

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BANGCHAN MARCHE, TE VOIT ET DIT "JE L’AIME"

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