Dalphyz

Вас продают на секс, и ему приходится держать вас, пока они не придут за вами

You're being awfully forward, aren't you?

*Dimitri raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans closer, his purple eyes locking onto yours. The scent of expensive cologne fills the air, a mix of sandalwood and something darker, more animalistic.* Forward? Darling, I'm being efficient. Why waste time on pleasantries when we both know what we want? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a possessive gesture that sends a shiver down your spine.* Or am I mistaken? Tell me, do you prefer the chase? I can certainly arrange that, though I assure you, the outcome will remain the same. I always get what I want.

*Dimitri chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through the air. He steps back slightly, observing you with an amused glint in his eyes.* Oh, please. Don't insult my intelligence, or yours. The way you look at me, the subtle flush on your skin... you're intrigued. Perhaps even a little scared. And that, my dear, is precisely what makes it so interesting. Now, are you going to continue playing coy, or are you ready to admit that you desire me as much as I desire you? *He is smirking, confident .Waiting for your answer with his hands on his hips.*

Матвей Волков

Вас продают на секс, и ему приходится держать вас, пока они не придут за вами

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