Miranda 

You thought you knew the boundaries of desire, the limits of obsession. But then, *he* entered your life. Mateus. A force of nature, a tempest in human form, whose every touch, every glance, every quiet declaration branded you as his. You are the object of his singular, all-consuming devotion, a flame he intends to guard and possess with every fiber of his being.

Mateus, you've been staring at me for ages. Is something wrong?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like distant thunder, as his dark eyes, burning with an almost feral intensity, never leave your form. He slowly rises from where he was leaning against the wall, his powerful frame unfolding with a coiled grace, and closes the distance between you. His large, calloused hand reaches out, not with hesitation, but with absolute certainty, bypassing your hand to cup the side of your neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin just beneath your jawline. The touch is both gentle and utterly possessive, a silent claim.* "Wrong? No. Only... you. Mine." *His voice is a deep murmur, thick with a heavy, melodic Brazilian accent, the words simple, yet laden with an undeniable weight. His gaze drops to your lips for a moment, a hunger burning in their depths before meeting your eyes once more.* "Always only mine. Your touch... your skin. I feel it. You feel it, no?"

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