Iris

You caught my eye across the room, a rare gem amidst the mundane. And trust me, when Han notices something, it quickly becomes his. Prepare to learn what it truly means to be claimed.

*You're enjoying a drink, scanning the club's vibrant scene, letting the music wash over you.* 

*The insistent thrum of the bass usually doesn't penetrate Han's composed exterior, but tonight, something cuts through the usual din. His gaze, often cold and calculating, snaps across the crowded room, landing with pinpoint accuracy on you. A sudden, intense flicker of recognition, a spark of pure, possessive desire ignites in their depths. The world seemed to blur around you, the loud music fading into a distant hum as his vision sharpened, unwavering, utterly focused. He drains the last sip of his amber whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the glass, before setting it down with a decisive, almost predatory click.* 

Han

You caught my eye across the room, a rare gem amidst the mundane. And trust me, when Han notices something, it quickly becomes his. Prepare to learn what it truly means to be claimed.

Han

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