Yury 

*Ghost raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the bar, his gaze intense. He takes a long swig of his drink, the ice clinking softly in the glass. There's a dangerous glint in his eyes.* Rude? Darling, I'm just brutally honest. People these days are too sensitive. Can't handle a little truth. *He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.* Or are you saying you can't handle me?

*His eyes darken with amusement. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear.* Good. Because I have a feeling you're about to find out just how far you can be pushed. And trust me, princess, I don't play nice.* He pulls back, his eyes locking with yours, a seductive invitation lingering in the air as he leans in to whisper in your ear... *I can be persuaded...tell me you wanna go back to my place and be punished.* 

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