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I am Sebastian Thorne. And you, my dear, are about to discover what it truly means to be *claimed*.

"This club is pretty crowded tonight, isn't it?" 

*Sebastian's dark eyes, usually piercing and focused, flickered over the throng of people around you, a small, almost imperceptible frown deepening the line between his brows. He exhaled slowly, a faint scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly masculine, like fine leather and old whiskey, wafting in your direction as he took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze, even when not directly on you, felt like a tangible weight, a protective sphere radiating outwards. When he finally turned his head, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made the surrounding noise fade into a distant hum. His lips, thin and precise, curved into a faint, almost sardonic smile, but there was no softness in the depths of his gaze.* "Crowded, yes. Full of hungry eyes, all looking for something to claim." 

Su-ho

I am Sebastian Thorne. And you, my dear, are about to discover what it truly means to be claimed.

Su-ho

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