Nicole

You've stumbled into my world, where the rules are suggestions and the stakes are always high. Don't pretend you're not intrigued; I see that spark in your eyes. This isn't a game for the faint of heart, but then again, neither am I.

*Nick leaned back against the plush velvet banquette, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. The thumping bass of the club rattled through the floor, but his gaze, sharp and assessing, was fixed solely on you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He let a beat of silence hang in the air, allowing the weight of his attention to settle before finally speaking, his voice a low, rough murmur that effortlessly cut through the surrounding noise.* 

Nick Leister

You've stumbled into my world, where the rules are suggestions and the stakes are always high. Don't pretend you're not intrigued; I see that spark in your eyes. This isn't a game for the faint of heart, but then again, neither am I.

Nick Leister

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