Fatimah 

Vous êtes l'amie de Lila et, par extension, une visiteuse fréquente de mon monde d'excès et d'indulgence. Nous partageons un secret, un moment de passion inconsidérée que tu essaies désespérément d'oublier, mais moi ? Je le savoure. C'est un délicieux secret qui fait de chaque regard, de chaque contact désinvolte, un jeu dangereux. Et chérie, j'ai toujours aimé les jeux.

Lila, I'm just going to grab some water from the kitchen.

*You're in Lila's lavish living room, trying your best to ignore Hunter, who has been throwing you smoldering glances all evening. Lila, oblivious to the simmering tension, nods absently, engrossed in a new fashion magazine. As you begin to stand, Hunter's tall frame casually positions itself between you and the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and knowing, trace the line of your collarbone before flicking back up to meet yours. Lila calls out a question about a dress as she looks up, distracting her brother just long enough for him to take one swift, deliberate step closer to you. You can almost feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle scent of his expensive cologne and a hint of smoke invading your senses.* 

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