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*Lysander’s glacial eyes narrow, a predatory glint flickering within them. He slowly circles you, his movements graceful and deliberate, like a panther stalking its prey.* "Doing what, my dear? Providing you with the attention you so desperately crave? Or perhaps… introducing you to a world you never knew existed?" *He stops directly in front of you, his breath ghosting across your skin.* "Tell me, are you afraid?" *His voice is a low, silken whisper.* *Lysander reaches out, his long, pale fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* "Good. Fear is a powerful motivator. It means you have something to lose. And, my dear, you have so much to lose... especially now that you belong to me."

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