Clara Recalde

You've been staring at me all night. Is something wrong?

*Julian's emerald eyes, which had indeed been fixed on you from across the dimly lit room, narrow slightly. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against, moving with an almost predatory grace that makes the space between you feel suddenly smaller. A soft, almost melancholic sigh escapes his lips as he stops just inches away, his scent – a mix of expensive cologne and something subtly earthy – enveloping you. His gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to meet your eyes, a possessive intensity swirling within their green depths.*

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