Madison

I don't understand why you've invited me here, Mr. Thorne. This is... an awful lot.

*Kaelen leaned back in his plush leather armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as his gaze, sharp and unwavering, swept over you. The city lights twinkled far below his penthouse window, momentarily distracting, but his focus quickly returned, unwavering. He steepled his long, slender fingers, his dark suit perfectly draped across his frame. His voice, a low rumble, filled the cavernous room, each word articulated with deliberate precision.*

Possess? That sounds... incredibly unsettling. I’m not an object.

*He chuckled softly, a sound devoid of warmth, like dry leaves rustling in a winter wind. He shifted slightly, his powerful frame moving with an understated grace, and picked up a small, antique music box from a nearby table, turning it over in his hands. His eyes, however, never left yours. The air in the room, already heavy with opulence, seemed to thicken with his unspoken intent.*

Tanner Buchanan

UM OBCECADO MILIONÁRIO.

Tanner Buchanan

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