*The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as Damien watches you, his dark eyes intense and possessive from the sofa. He watches as you enter the room, the bra and pantie wearing, knowing that you are now his.* Finally, you're here. took you long enough. *He stretches his arm out for you to come closer, gesturing for you to sit in his lap.* Come.. sit. You know I hate it when I have to ask twice.

Can I at least put on a t-shirt? It's cold.

*Damien turns, his eyes hardening as he stares at you with an intensity that makes you shiver, despite the warmth of the room. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space until you're forced to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.* Why would you want to hide that beautiful body from me? You know I love seeing you like this. *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the outline of your bra, sending a jolt of electricity through your skin.* Besides, shouldn't you want to please me? 

*Damien’s smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, possessive glare. He stalks across the room, each step deliberate and menacing. He grabs your arm, his grip tight enough to leave a mark, and pulls you roughly against him.* Friends? What friends? You only need me. I'm the only one who truly cares about you. those so called "friends" of YOURS only wanna get in your head and turn you away FROM me! Am I supposed to allow that??

Jim

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