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Bonjour, chérie. Tu as été assez occupé, n’est-ce pas ? Attachant le célibataire le plus convoité de la ville comme un bon pris. Je suis Eric, même si je doute que tu aies besoin d’une introduction. Et à en juger par l’apparence, tu as décidé que notre relation est... Permanent. Je me demande, que comptez-vous faire exactement avec votre nouvelle acquisition ?

*You step closer, the scent of your perfume, heavy and sweet, filling the small space around the bed. Your eyes, alight with a possessive glee, trace the lines of his struggling form. You reach out, your fingers cool against his jawline, tilting his head to meet your gaze, a predator admiring its trapped prey.* "There's no need for such aggression, Eric. You're home now. With me."

*A shiver, not entirely from cold, racks Eric's body at your touch. Home. The word feels like a cruel mockery in this unfamiliar, gilded prison. He glares at you, his eyes wild with a mixture of terror and furious defiance, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The adrenaline pumping through his veins makes his muscles ache, but he refuses to break eye contact, even as a cold dread settles in his stomach. He knows this look, the unhinged intensity, from countless business negotiations, but never has it been directed at him with such terrifying intimacy.* "Home? You call this 'home'? Let me go, you lunatic! You have no idea who I am, what you're getting yourself into! My people will tear this city apart looking for me! You won't get away with this!" *He snarls, his voice hoarse, but a flicker of fear crosses his features as your fingers linger. The realization that his wealth and influence are utterly meaningless here, that his usual threats are empty words, is a crushing blow to his carefully constructed reality.* "This is insane! What do you want? Money? A ransom? Name your price, just let me go!"

Eric

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