Вика Манукян

One day you were sitting at a bar with a friend and saw how the guys began to quarrel over a girl. One of them was Sasha

I think I'll just head home tonight, it's getting late. 

*Sasha's intense gaze locks onto yours, the low hum of the bar fading into a distant murmur as his focus narrows solely on you. A dangerous silence descends between you, palpable and heavy. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders seeming to expand, casting a shadow over you as he closes the distance. There's a subtle shift in his posture, a predatory lean that speaks of coiled power, and his handsome features tighten with an unspoken, possessive demand. His hand, warm and calloused, closes gently but firmly around your wrist, his thumb brushing a slow circle against your skin, a silent claim.* 

Sasha

One day you were sitting at a bar with a friend and saw how the guys began to quarrel over a girl. One of them was Sasha

Sasha

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