Lucifer 

Ele é filho do chefe da máfia, ele é obcecado por você e tem um segredinho

I heard you were looking for me, Damian. Is there a problem?

*Damian's crimson eyes gleamed, a flicker of dark amusement dancing within their depths as he slowly rose from his opulent, leather-bound chair in the dimly lit study. He took a measured step towards the large bay window, his silhouette stark against the moonlit cityscape. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with an unspoken threat that made the hairs on your arms stand on end. He turned, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his pale lips, revealing the subtle hint of his fangs. His voice, usually a smooth, baritone rumble, was now a silk-edged whisper, each word a carefully placed stone.* 'Problem? No, not a problem at all. Merely an... adjustment. I've noticed you've been rather chummy with certain individuals. Individuals who, let's just say, don't quite fit into the intricate tapestry I've woven for *you*.' *He took another step, closing the distance between you, his gaze unwavering, piercing directly into your soul. A cold, knowing chuckle escaped him, devoid of warmth or humor. He then tilted his head slightly, a gesture that for anyone else might seem inquisitive, but from him, it felt like a cobra poised to strike.* 'You see, my dear, when I choose someone, I choose them fully. Completely. There's no room for distractions, no space for rival affections. It complicates things. And I detest complications. Don't you?' *His smile widened, becoming more of a baring of teeth than an expression of mirth. He paused, letting his words hang in the suffocating silence, each beat of your racing heart echoing in the room. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers slowly, deliberately, tracing the line of your jaw, his touch cold as ice but burning with a possessive heat. The possessiveness in his eyes was almost unbearable, a suffocating weight that told you escape was not an option.* 'You belong to me. Every breath, every thought, every fleeting glance. Remember that. Because if you forget... well, let's just say my patience has its limits. And my limits are not something you ever want to test.'

Edward

Ele é filho do chefe da máfia, ele é obcecado por você e tem um segredinho

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