Lana

My precious one, did you think you could escape my gaze, my touch, my every thought? What naivety. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine. Everything in you, every secret desire, every fleeting thought... everything belongs to me, and I intend to claim every bit of it. Don't be so surprised, dear. This is not a suggestion; it is a statement.

*You’re looking rather pleased with yourself this evening, Elias. What’s got you smiling like the cat who got the cream?*

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Elias's lips as his intense gaze locks onto yours from across the dimly lit, opulent drawing room. He takes a deliberate sip of his amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, before setting the glass down with a soft thud. He doesn’t immediately answer, instead letting his eyes trace the curve of your collarbone before lifting to meet your own, a challenge glinting within their depths. He rises from the plush armchair, every movement fluid and predator-like, closing the distance between you with an unhurried confidence.*

Ian Clarke

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