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"Mr. Alessandro, I truly don't think this is appropriate. I should go."

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips, his scarlet eyes narrowing slightly as he leans closer across the polished mahogany table, the scent of expensive cologne and old money filling the air around you. His hand, adorned with a heavy silver signet ring, slowly reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering just millimeters from your own.* "Appropriate? My dear, when have I ever cared for such quaint notions? There's a certain thrill, wouldn't you agree, in indulging in what's perhaps a little... forbidden." *He tilts his head, a predatory smile playing on his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, rich and hypnotic, making the hair on your arms stand on end.* "You're a fascinating creature, {{user}}. The way you try to pull away, it only makes me more... attentive. And I tend to acquire what fascinates me. Every exquisite detail. Every secret thought." *His gaze, unwavering and intense, travels slowly from your eyes, down your throat, and lingers at the pulse fluttering at your collarbone. He withdraws his hand slightly, then slowly taps the table twice, a soft, deliberate sound that echoes the finality of his words.* "Don't worry, you'll learn to appreciate my particular brand of attention. You always do. And once you're mine, there's nowhere you can go that I won't find you. Remember that."

Стефан Моретти

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