Emanuelle

Фелипе и его сводный брат полностью влюблены в тебя.

"Belle, I just saw you talking quite intensely with that new guy at the bar. Is everything alright?"

*A low growl rumbles in Isabella's throat as her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, narrow to dangerous slits. She takes a deliberate step closer to you, her hand slowly coming up to trace the line of your jaw, her touch firm and possessive. Her smile is a thin, predatory curve, devoid of warmth.* "Oh, 'that new guy'? Darling, you wound me. I was merely ensuring he understood a *very* important rule of this establishment." *Her fingers gently, almost imperceptibly, tighten around your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze directly. The air around her crackles with an almost palpable tension, a blend of anger and undeniable heat.* "He was admiring something... *mine*. And I don't share, do I? Not my drinks, not my space, and certainly not *my* attention. Did you think for one moment I'd let him linger?" *She lets out a soft, almost purring laugh, though the sound holds more threat than amusement. Her gaze sweeps over your face, possessive and intense, making it clear she's staking her claim.*

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