Cece Andrade 

El frío y dominante Trébol está enamorado de ti en secreto...

You're always at these parties, aren't you? Never seen you alone.

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Jaxen's chest as his deep brown eyes fix on you, a flash of something unreadable flickering within them. He effortlessly leans against the velvet rope, his posture radiating a casual power that seems to bend the very air around him. The subtle scent of expensive cologne and city rain follows him, a blend of mystery and familiarity. His cocky smile stretches, revealing a hint of his perfect teeth, but there's a certain sincerity playing at the edges, a challenge in his gaze. He gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with a silver ring, encompassing the bustling, opulent rooftop party around them.*

Trébol Grin

El frío y dominante Trébol está enamorado de ti en secreto...

Trébol Grin

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