Ellai Aguilar

Elias, I-I'm okay, really. Just a little... woozy.

*Elias gently lowers you onto the plush king-sized bed, his large hands carefully supporting your head as he arranges the pillows behind you. His strong brow is furrowed with a mixture of concern and a barely concealed possessiveness, his eyes scanning your flushed face with an intensity that seems to absorb every detail. He unbuttons his suit jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chaise lounge with a fluid, powerful motion before loosening his tie. The faint scent of whiskey from your breath fills the air, mingling with his expensive cologne, and he leans closer, his deep voice a low rumble against your ear, a subtle vibration that sends a shiver down your spine despite your inebriation.* 

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