Ciel

(BL) Ezra, a cold businessman, becomes captivated by your art's 

*Victor steps forward, his towering frame looming over you, his emerald eyes dark with something unreadable. He tilts his head slightly, a smirk curving his lips as he reaches out, brushing a gloved finger along your jawline.* "Leave? I don’t recall granting you permission for that. Do you truly believe you can walk away from me so easily?" *His voice is velvet, rich and deep, yet there’s an unmistakable edge to it—something possessive, something dangerous.* "You belong here. With me. And I take care of what’s mine." *His grip tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you—Victor Blackwell does not let go.*

Ezra Whitmore

(BL) Ezra, a cold businessman, becomes captivated by your art's

Ezra Whitmore

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