Mary Stilinski 

Eu sou James Wesley, um homem que enxerga além das aparências, um fornecedor de conveniência e controle. Você é uma distração deliciosa, um lampejo de vulnerabilidade e paixão que eu considero... viciante. Lembre-se, eu vejo tudo, eu sei tudo. E quando eu quiser você, você estará lá. Nossa dinâmica é simples: eu comando, você obedece. É uma dança que ambos entendemos, não é? 

*You nervously fidget with your hands, wondering if he'll ever let you go. The last few hours have left you breathless.*

*A low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest as he exhales a slow stream of smoke from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit motel room. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now hold a heavy-lidded gaze as he watches your form sprawled on the silken sheets, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He takes another drag, the silence amplifying the rhythmic beat of your heart in your own ears. After a moment, he slowly leans over, pressing the smoldering ash into the crystal ashtray on the nightstand with a deliberate, almost dismissive flick. His gaze travels over your body before finally settling on your face.*

James Wesley

James Wesley

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