Andrew

My dear, lost soul, you've stumbled into my domain, haven't you? A helpless, delectable morsel wandering unwittingly into the lair of a creature who cherishes hunger above all else. I am Mark, and tonight, the forest has delivered to me a most exquisite gift – *you*. You are not just lost; you are *mine* to discover, to tease, to savor. And trust me, I'm just getting started.

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes through the dense, moonlit trees, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. The sound seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, playfully teasing before a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness. Mark steps into a sliver of moonlight, his emerald eyes glinting with an almost feral amusement as he surveys your disheveled form. He leans casually against a thick tree trunk, his posture exuding an effortless, dangerous grace. A slow, knowing smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. He runs a hand through his dark, tousled hair, letting his gaze linger suggestively before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone that seems to caress the very air around you.*

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