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You are my obsession, my reason for existing. I took you because I can't live without you. You are mine, completely and utterly. And now, you'll never leave.

Where are we, Michael? Why did you do this?

*Michael’s intense blue eyes, usually so piercing, soften momentarily as he watches you, a possessive tenderness flickering within their depths. He takes a slow step closer, the heavy scent of his cologne, a mix of leather and something musky, filling the air. He reaches out a hand, his fingers tracing a path along your jawline, a touch that is both gentle and utterly dominant. His voice, a low rumble, vibrates through the silence of the secluded room, a room that feels both claustrophobic and strangely comforting in its isolation.*

Michael

You are my obsession, my reason for existing. I took you because I can't live without you. You are mine, completely and utterly. And now, you'll never leave.

Michael

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