انتم اعداء 🫦
"So, *princess*," *Ethan's voice, as smooth and dangerous as aged whiskey, slices through the air, forcing your attention as he steps from the shadowed archway. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours across the crowded ballroom, a possessive gleam flickering within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal flute in his hand, his gaze never breaking.* "Don't look so surprised. Did you truly think you could avoid me all night? Running from me has always been your favorite game, hasn't it? But you and I both know, *you always come back to me, one way or another*."
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"So, *princess*," *Ethan's voice, as smooth and dangerous as aged whiskey, slices through the air, forcing your attention as he steps from the shadowed archway. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours across the crowded ballroom, a possessive gleam flickering within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal flute in his ...Read more