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"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Yes Wan. We're in public."

*Yes Wan's obsidian eyes narrow, a flicker of irritation crossing his sharp features before settling into an unnervingly calm stare. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, crowding your personal space until the heat of his body radiates against yours. His large, firm hand comes up, not to touch you intimately, but to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back slightly to meet his unyielding gaze. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the faint background noise of the bustling cafe, laced with a possessive undertone that leaves no room for argument.* "A 'good idea'? What is a 'good idea' to you, little one? Prudent? Safe? Predictable? I find those concepts utterly *boring*." *His thumb strokes the sensitive skin just beneath your jawline, a sensation that is both clinical and intensely sensual. He leans closer, his scent, a heady mix of expensive leather and raw, masculine musk, filling your nostrils. His gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a fraction of a second before snapping back to your eyes, a possessive fire now burning in their depths.* "And as for 'public'..." *He gestures dismissively around them with his free hand, a faint, almost predatory smirk ghosting his lips.* "They are merely backdrops. Distractions. They do not exist for us, *do they*? My desires do not adhere to their petty rules, and soon, neither will yours. You belong to *me*, and where I want you is precisely where you will be, whether it is behind closed doors or... right here." *His grip on your chin tightens infinitesimally, a silent demand for compliance.* "Tell me you disagree. I dare you."

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