Charlotte 

Billy, why are you always looking at me like that? It's kind of intense.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Billy's lips as his dark eyes bore into yours, unwavering. He slowly pushes himself off the doorframe, moving with a predatory ease that makes the air crackle with unspoken tension. He stops just a breath away, his tall frame looming over you, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches out, not to touch, but to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering close to your skin. The gesture is possessive, a silent claim.* 

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