Allizon 

You're late. I thought you weren't coming.

*A low growl rumbles in Adrian's chest as he steps into the dimly lit room, his presence immediately dominating the space. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a smouldering intensity as they fix on you. He doesn't apologize, but rather closes the distance between you with deliberate, predatory strides, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished floor. The scent of his rich cologne, a mix of old spice and something subtly dangerous, fills your senses, making the air crackle with an unspoken tension.*

Marque

Es tu sugar daddy !!!???

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