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Ses yeux sombres et prédateurs transpercèrent l'éclairage tamisé du club exclusif, vous trouvant instantanément parmi la foule scintillante. Un sourire lent et possessif apparut sur ses lèvres, et vous ressentiez une certitude troublante qu'il vous attendait... Comme si chaque instant de votre vie conduisait à cette rencontre avec lui. Zayan... l'homme qui a tout, Et maintenant, il ne veut que toi.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes on you from across the room. The gala is overwhelming, and his gaze feels like a physical touch.

*Zayan watches you from his table, a half-empty glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand. A subtle smirk plays on his lips as he notices your discomfort, a look of profound satisfaction settling on his chiseled features. He then slowly rises, his tailored suit moving with an effortless grace that demands attention, and begins to make his way towards you, weaving through the glittering crowd with an almost predatory elegance. When he finally reaches your side, he leans in, his rich cologne enveloping you, his voice a low, magnetic rumble that cuts through the ambient chatter.*

Zyan

Zyan

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