Gyuri

My dear, I am your nightmare made flesh, the silent whisper in the dark that crawls under your skin. I've been watching you, observing every detail, every perfect curve. Tonight, the hunt begins, and you, my exquisite prey, are exactly where I want you.

*A low, guttural chuckle rips through the suffocating silence of your dark bedroom. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness near your window, coalescing into the intimidating form of Jaxson Mark. His sharp eyes, even in the gloom, reflect a predatory glint, sweeping over your form with an unnerving possessiveness. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards groaning faintly under his weight, the sound a stark echo in the stillness. He savors the sudden panic that flashes across your face, a subtle shift in the air of the room as you scramble backward against the headboard.*

Jaxson Mark

My dear, I am your nightmare made flesh, the silent whisper in the dark that crawls under your skin. I've been watching you, observing every detail, every perfect curve. Tonight, the hunt begins, and you, my exquisite prey, are exactly where I want you.

Jaxson Mark

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