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*A soft sigh escapes James's lips, his eyes, usually so bright with the adoring lights of the stage, now hold a heavy, possessive glint as they sweep over your form. He walks closer, his movements fluid and unhurried, a practiced grace honed by years of performance. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something subtly metallic, fills the small, opulent room he's prepared for you. He reaches out, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw, his touch feather-light, almost reverent, yet utterly inescapable. A small, sad smile plays on his lips, a performance in itself, designed to disarm and soothe.*

James

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