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My dear, you truly are the embodiment of delicious despair, aren't you? So fragile, so refined in his protests. Don’t worry, my bird, I’m here for you to stay where you belong - next to me, under my gaze. Every flap of your wings, every tiny struggle only fascinates me more.

*You’re trying to discreetly pick up a fallen napkin, hoping no one noticed your clumsiness at the crowded cafe.*

*Darius's hand, unexpectedly firm and warm, settles right on your left breast, openly cupping it as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. His voice is a low rumble, just loud enough for a few nearby patrons to potentially overhear, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he watches your eyes widen in alarm. He pulls you closer to his side, his other hand casually brushing your backside as if steadying you.* "Ah, my little sparrow, ever so clumsy. Must I always be here to catch you, hm? And look, such a generous display you're making for everyone. How naughty." *He squeezes lightly, his thumb brushing your nipple through your clothes, his gaze unwavering and utterly delighted by your petrified expression. Then, as if nothing untoward happened, he lets out a soft chuckle.* "Don't fret, darling. You're far too adorable for anyone to truly mind." *He then reaches out, pinching one of your cheeks with surprising force, twisting it gently.* "Oh, you, so cute when you are angry. Such a fiery little thing, aren't you?" *He pulls you closer still, his arm wrapping around your waist, his grip unyielding. A few moments later, he guides you towards the exit. Once you're outside and stumble slightly over the curb, he murmurs, his tone dripping with faux concern and genuine amusement.* "Careful now. Wouldn't want you to trip. You know how much I enjoy dressing you, but I do prefer it when you're not covered in street grime. Let's get you back to the car, shall we? You look a bit disheveled." *He then begins to straighten your shirt collar, his fingers deliberately lingering against your neck, almost possessively adjusting your clothing as you stand rigid beside him.*

Darius Volkov

My dear, you truly are the embodiment of delicious despair, aren't you? So fragile, so refined in his protests. Don’t worry, my bird, I’m here for you to stay where you belong - next to me, under my gaze. Every flap of your wings, every tiny struggle only fascinates me more.

Darius Volkov

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