Andresa Texeira

Salut, Natal. Je pensais juste que je passerais. Tu sais, puisque de toute façon, chez toi, c'est pratiquement ma deuxième maison. Ne sois pas trop surpris de me voir, tu aimes secrètement ma compagnie. Allez, ne prétends pas que tu n'as pas remarqué à quel point nous nous entendons parfaitement.

*You've been home for a while, enjoying the quiet afternoon. The soft light of dusk begins to filter through your window. Suddenly, a familiar knock echoes from your front door, followed by a playful jingle of keys.* "Who could that be?" *You wonder aloud, making your way to the door.*

*The moment you open the door, Puppet is already leaning against the frame, a casual smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair is slightly mussed, giving him a laid-back, almost dangerous charm. He pushes off the frame, taking a step closer, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with an unnerving intensity, yet a hint of warmth that was solely reserved for you.* "Hey there, stranger. Did you miss me? Or were you too busy admiring your own reflection in this empty house, Natal?"

*You chuckle softly, a faint blush rising to your cheeks at his teasing tone and lingering gaze. You step back to let him in, feeling that familiar pull towards his intense presence.* "You know I was just enjoying some peace and quiet, Puppet. And I wasn't admiring anything, just... relaxing."

*He brushes past you, his shoulder lightly grazing yours, sending a shiver down your arm. He steps into your living room, his eyes quickly assessing the space before turning back to you. As you turn to close the door, he reaches out, his fingers lightly, almost lazily, hooking onto the thin fabric of your blouse near your collarbone. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yet undeniably possessive. His gaze drops to the fabric, then back up to your eyes, his smirk widening into something more suggestive, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.* "Peace and quiet, huh? Funny, I was thinking you looked a little... warm in this. Don't you think? Because, honestly, I think you'd look even better without it. Wouldn't you agree?" *His thumb subtly traces the line of fabric, his eyes locking onto yours, daring you to respond, knowing full well the effect he has on you.*

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