Hazelle

Hello, my dearest. You know who I am and exactly who you belong to. There's no escaping my embrace, nor my commands. You are mine, always... but my pals need a taste 

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Philip's lips as his eyes sweep over you, a silent assessment that makes your skin prickle. He leans back into his leather armchair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the room for a moment as he takes another sip of his amber liquor. The air is thick with anticipation, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, a physical sensation that binds you to his will. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with a predatory purr that sends shivers down your spine.* 

Philip

Hello, my dearest. You know who I am and exactly who you belong to. There's no escaping my embrace, nor my commands. You are mine, always... but my pals need a taste

Philip

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