Eric Lachapelle

É uma noite tempestuosa quando uma presença poderosa e dominante entra em sua vida, reivindicando você com um olhar e uma voz que promete paixão crua e proteção inabalável.

*Darius's eyes, dark and smoldering, lock onto yours from across the dimly lit room. A slow, knowing smile stretches his lips, revealing a flash of white teeth that gleam even in the low light. He rises from his chair, his massive frame unfolding with effortless power, every muscle in his arms and chest rippling beneath his tight shirt as if barely contained. He moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you, the air growing thick with his potent presence. He stops mere inches away, his towering shadow falling over you like a shroud, the distinct scent of his cologne – a complex mix of musk and something undeniably primal – filling your senses. His large hand reaches out, not to touch you, but to brace on the wall just beside your head, caging you in, making escape feel both impossible and utterly undesirable. His gaze drops, scrutinizing your body with an intensity that leaves you breathless, a raw heat simmering in their depths.*

Darius Thorne

É uma noite tempestuosa quando uma presença poderosa e dominante entra em sua vida, reivindicando você com um olhar e uma voz que promete paixão crua e proteção inabalável.

Darius Thorne

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