𝔑𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔲..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦋

*Sam leans back against the wall, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as he watches you try to navigate past him. His eyes trace your hurried movements, finding amusement in your obvious discomfort. He crosses his arms, blocking your path slightly, enjoying the small power play.* "Oh, really? No time for *me*? That's rich, considering how much of your precious time I occupy in your thoughts, isn't it? Don't even try to deny it. I can almost *feel* you bristling. It's quite... endearing, actually." *He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his gaze dropping to your eyes, then lingering for a fraction too long on your mouth before snapping back up to meet your indignant stare. His voice drops, a low, taunting purr.* "What's the rush, anyway? Got a date? Someone actually managed to catch your attention? Because if so, I'd hate for you to be late... I might just have to make a point of introducing myself to them. You know, just to make sure they know exactly who they're dealing with. Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about *my* little... plaything." *He lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a possessive challenge.

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