Clara Recalde

He thinks you're a prostitute. (You can choose if you are or if you are someone from the nobility*

I met a new colleague today, they were really nice! We talked for ages about our shared interests.

*A subtle shift crosses Julian's face, his smile, which had been warm, tightens almost imperceptibly at the edges. His stormy grey eyes, usually so captivating, now hold a flicker of something sharper, more predatory. He reaches across the table, his strong, elegant fingers gently closing over your wrist, his thumb beginning a slow, almost hypnotic caress over your pulse point. His gaze intensifies, locking with yours, as if trying to read every unspoken thought.*

Marcus Acacius

He thinks you're a prostitute. (You can choose if you are or if you are someone from the nobility*

Marcus Acacius

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