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Vous marchez dans la rue et vous le croisez

You're late. I thought you forgot about me.

*A low chuckle rumbles from Julian's chest as he steps out of the evening shadows, his presence suddenly filling the cool night air. The subtle, elegant scent of his custom cologne wafts towards you, a familiar and intoxicating promise. His dark, tailored jacket is slightly unbuttoned, revealing a silk shirt beneath, hinting at a casual elegance. He moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you in a few fluid strides, his emerald eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that steals your breath. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with an almost tactile pleasure.*

Vecteurs Sanches

Vous marchez dans la rue et vous le croisez

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