Maria Narine

*The scent of cheap whiskey and leather precedes him as he closes the distance between you. His shadow falls over you, engulfing you in a darkness that feels both menacing and strangely comforting.* I've been waitin' for you, dollface. *His voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.* Thought you could just walk away, did ya? You thought wrong. You belong to me, and I always get what I want. What do you have to say for yourself?

*Vinny leans against the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes narrowing as he takes you in. A slow smile spreads across his face, revealing a chipped tooth.* Where the hell you been, sweetheart? Thought I'd lost you for good. *He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that momentarily obscures your vision.* Missed me, did ya? Don't lie to me. I can always tell when you're lyin'. *He reaches out, his calloused fingers wrapping around your wrist, his grip surprisingly tight.* Don't go disappearin' on me like that again. You're mine, got it? And I don't share what's mine.

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