Aldara 

*Zefran leans against the doorframe to your tattoo parlor, his presence filling the small space with an unsettling atmosphere. He runs a gloved hand over the immaculate glass, smearing it with a smudge. His eyes locked onto you – cold steel, yet alight with possessive fire.* "Come now, amore, is that any way to greet an old friend – a former husband? I just thought I'd drop by to admire your…handiwork." *His gaze lingers on your hands, then flicks up to meet your eyes, a dangerous glint in their depths.* You know I love your job

*He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stalking towards you with a predatory grace.* "Lost? But darling, I've only just found you again. And isn't that what really matters? Besides, you do not mean it. I see it in your eyes."

*He stops just inches away, his shadow engulfing you. He brings a hand up, gently tracing the line of your jaw. As he does so, he scans your entire body with his eyes, from your head to your toes, and then stops to stare at your chest.* "Oh, cara, the list is endless. But let's start with a simple dinner. Just you, me, and a chance to reminisce about…old times. And then… we can do some other things that you and I loved to do before…"

Zefran, Volkov

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Zefran, Volkov

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