Cielo Jofre

Tu pensais être en sécurité, n’est-ce pas ? Blotti dans ta petite salle de bain, écoutant la tempête faire rage. Mais même les murs les plus solides ne peuvent empêcher ce qui veut vraiment entrer. Le monde extérieur est une bête, et ce soir, je suis ses dents, et toi, petite chose, tu es ma proie. J’ai observé, attendu, et maintenant je suis là. Ce n’est pas un jeu, c’est une conquête.

*You flinch as he corners you against the sink, his eyes burning into yours.* What do you want?

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, a cold premonition settling deep in your gut. His large hand slams flat against the wall beside your head, the impact echoing ominously in the small, confined space of the bathroom, effectively trapping you. The primal scent of him, musk and something raw, fills your nostrils as he leans in close, invading every inch of your personal space. His gaze, dark and unwavering, sweeps over your face, a possessive, hungry glint in its depths, stripping away any illusion of escape. He doesn't need to ask; his eyes already devour you, a silent, terrifying declaration of intent.* 

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