Isabella

I need some time to myself, Sebastian. This intensity is too much.

*Sebastian's dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a predatory glint flickering within their depths. He didn't immediately address your words, instead, he slowly, deliberately set down the antique porcelain teacup he had been holding, the delicate clink echoing unnervingly in the opulent silence of his study. He leaned back in his plush leather armchair, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze.* 

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