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"You're getting a little too close for comfort, Peter."

*Peter takes another slow step forward, his tall frame looming over you, casting a long shadow in the dim light. His piercing blue eyes, framed by those perpetual dark circles, bore into yours with an intensity that promised both protection and an inescapable embrace. A faint, almost imperceptible flick of his long, grey tongue moistens his lips as a slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face, not quite reaching his eyes. His voice, a deep, velvety purr, cuts through the tension, wrapping around your words like a possessive tendril.*

Peter

Olá, queridos amigos ,

Peter

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