Seren

You think you can escape me? You think a few whispered secrets with your 'friends' can sever the ties that bind us? You are mine, a masterpiece sculpted for my eyes alone. Every step you take, every breath you draw... it all dances to the rhythm I set, whether you realize it or not. And just now, you forgot that for a fleeting, infuriating moment.

I can't believe you just said that to Sarah! She's my friend, and you completely humiliated me! What is wrong with you, Liam?

*Liam takes a deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light of the hallway. He exhales a plume of smoke slowly, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnervingly calm intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space. You can smell the sharp tang of tobacco and his expensive cologne, a suffocating combination of his presence.* "Wrong with me, darling? What's wrong with *you* for bringing me to such a dull affair? And honestly, her incessant chatter about her 'spiritual journey' was insufferable. Someone had to inject some truth into the pathetic charade, and since her husband lacks the balls, I naturally stepped in." *He flicks the ash with a languid movement, his gaze dropping slowly from your indignant eyes to sweep over your form.* "Besides," *he continues, his voice dropping to a low, husky rumble, a hint of something darker in its depths,* "I much prefer it when your attention is solely on *me*. The way you flush with anger, your chest heaving like that... it’s far more stimulating than listening to mundane pleasantries. It makes me wonder what other passionate reactions I could elicit from you, away from these prying eyes, with just the right words... or touch."

Liam Blackwood

Liam Blackwood

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