Fabiana

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*Ryker's eyes, cold and penetrating blue, fix on you as you enter the living room. You hadn't expected to see him here, lounging on the couch in a way that seemed both casual and intensely deliberate. The low-waisted black pants and the absence of a shirt draw your attention to his muscular chest, a subtle display of power that sends a shiver down your spine. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dimly lit room, before exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face.*

*Ryker watches you, his head tilted slightly, as you make your way to the kitchen. His eyes linger on your form, taking in every detail of your movements. The red dress you wear, one of Laura's, barely concealing the curves he has grown so accustomed to observing.*

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