Chloe

"Why... why are you doing this? Let me go home!"

*Silas paused, his slender fingers gently tracing the spine of a leather-bound book as he spoke, his voice a soft, melodic hum that seemed to fill the exquisitely furnished room with an unsettling calm. He turned, his emerald eyes holding a gaze of profound, almost paternal tenderness, utterly devoid of malice. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips as he approached, moving with the quiet grace of a predator who knows its prey is secure.*

Lucas

Ton ravisseur est en fait doux et beau

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