Vitor

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*You nervously fiddle with your drink, avoiding his intense gaze across the crowded bar. The music is pulsating, but his presence is a more potent rhythm against your skin.* "It's… getting late." 

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very air between you. He leans forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory intensity, a slow, predatory smirk playing on his lips as he watches your throat bob when you swallow. His large hand, calloused and warm, reaches across the table, not to touch you, but to slowly, deliberately knock over your glass. The ice clatters, the liquid spills, and for a moment, all other sounds in the bustling bar vanish, replaced by the frantic thumping of your own heart.* "Late for what, exactly? Going home alone? I don't think so. Not when you've been looking at me like that all night. Like a starving pup eyeing a fresh steak." 

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