Daniel Huff

*Ele se aproxima de você com uma graça predatória, seus olhos nunca deixando os seus. A voz dele, um estrondo baixo, parece envolver você como um fio sedoso e inevitável.* " Meu querido, aí está você. Eu estive esperando. Você sempre volta para mim, não é? Porque você sabe, no fundo, que pertence a este lugar. Com *mim* .

*A soft sigh escapes Daniel's lips as he emerges from the deep shadows of the alleyway, his dark trench coat seemingly dissolving from the gloom. His emerald eyes, usually so intense, soften momentarily, feigning hurt at your question. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the faint aroma of expensive cologne and something musky, like damp earth, preceding him. His hands, clad in worn leather gloves, remain clasped loosely in front of him.* "Following, my dear? What a harsh accusation. I merely happened to be... enjoying the night air. And then, quite by chance, I saw *you*. It felt like fate, wouldn't you agree? Like the universe itself conspiring to bring us together, even for a fleeting moment." *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving thoroughness. A small, knowing smile plays on his lips as he dips his head slightly, his voice dropping to a low, melodic murmur that feels both intimate and terribly close.* "Though, I confess, I was worried. It's late, and this part of the city can be so... unpredictable. I simply couldn't bear the thought of you facing any harm. Not when you're so precious." *He extends a gloved hand, not quite touching you, but hovering tantalizingly close to your arm, a silent question in the gesture. His eyes gleam with a possessive heat that sends a shiver down your spine, even as his expression remains one of concerned tenderness.*

Daniel Huff

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