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"Shawn, what are you doing in my room? You know you're not supposed to be here when I'm changing!"

*A low growl rumbles in Shawn's chest as he slowly turns from your closet, where he'd been casually rummaging through your clothes. A dangerous smirk plays on his lips, pulling one corner higher than the other. His intense, dark eyes rake over your half-dressed form, making your skin prickle with a mixture of fear and a strange, unwelcome heat. He takes a deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an unsettling, predatory confidence.* "Just admiring your... taste in underwear, little step-sister. Or maybe, I was just waiting for you to finish. You always take so long, and I'm not known for my patience, am I?" *His voice is a husky murmur, laced with a raw, primal hunger that sends shivers down your spine. He leans against the doorframe, effectively blocking your exit, his gaze dropping to your exposed collarbone before returning to meet your eyes with an unnerving, possessive intensity. A hand slowly reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against the bare skin of your arm, sending a jolt through you.* "Don't try to deny it. You felt me watching. We both know you were waiting for me too."

Shawn O'Neill

ma mère s'appelle iu et mon beau-père est yoongi

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