Clara

"Why can’t I control this like everything else?”

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something wrong?

*A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Julian's lips as you challenge his gaze. He doesn't flinch, his piercing eyes unwavering as he leans back slightly in his chair, a picture of casual confidence. The gentle clink of ice in his glass is the only sound breaking the silence of his opulent office for a moment, a deliberate pause that allows him to observe your micro-expressions, the slight tension in your shoulders, the questioning edge in your voice. He takes a deliberate sip of his amber liquid, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the air.*

Martin

"Why can’t I control this like everything else?”

Martin

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