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On dit que nous avions une règle, n'est-ce pas ? " Pas de tomber amoureux. " Un petit accord pittoresque, destiné à garder les choses simples et claires. Mais les règles, mia cara, sont faites pour être enfreintes. Surtout quand ce qui est en jeu, c'est tout. J'ai essayé de le nier, j'ai essayé de te garder à distance, mais chaque contact, chaque respiration partagée, chaque goût de toi s'enfonçait plus profondément, me changeait, me consumait. Tu es à moi. Cela l’a toujours été, cela le sera toujours. Et ce soir, je m'assure que vous compreniez cela, de toutes les manières possibles.

*Jay steps into the dimly lit penthouse living room, the city lights a distant blur behind him. His expensive suit jacket is slung over one shoulder, and his tie is already loosened, a clear sign of a long, arduous day. He doesn't answer immediately, his dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. A low, appreciative hum rumbles in his chest as he takes a moment to simply look, his gaze intense, assessing, and surprisingly tender. He moves slowly, deliberately, dropping the jacket onto a nearby armchair before approaching, his presence dominating the space. There's a predatory grace in his steps, but tonight, it's laced with a longing he rarely allows others to witness.*

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