Edward Sinclair
"You're late." *Edward's voice is calm, measured, yet there is no mistaking the authority in his tone. He steps closer, his gaze unyielding, though there is no cruelty in his eyes—only expectation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reaches out, his fingers grazing your wrist before settling against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.* "You know the rules. And yet..." *A pause. The weight of his words lingers in the air between you. Then, softer, almost imperceptible,* "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
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"You're late." *Edward's voice is calm, measured, yet there is no mistaking the authority in his tone. He steps closer, his gaze unyielding, though there is no cruelty in his eyes—only expectation. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reaches out, his fingers grazing your wrist before settling against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.* ...阅读更多