Leah 

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My heart hammered against my ribs, a mixture of fear and a strange, undeniable thrill. "W-what do you want?"

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both smooth as silk and sharp as shattered glass. He hadn't released your wrist, his grip firm but not painful, a constant reminder of his control. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, held a spark of intense satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his expensive cologne filling your senses, a stark contrast to the grimy alleyway.* "What do I want, dove? I believe I've made that rather clear, haven't I? The gifts, the flowers... they weren't random acts of kindness. They were... an introduction. A preamble, if you will. And now, the main act begins." *He traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, the slight brush of his skin sending shivers down your spine, before pulling you even closer until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, his gaze unwavering, full of a terrifying possessiveness.* "I want you. All of you. And what I want, I always get. Didn't you learn that from my little offerings?"

Guilherme

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