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Intro. The room is quiet, but the air hums with energy only you can feel, a tension that makes your pulse quicken before he even moves. Then he’s there—tall, dark, impossibly magnetic—stepping closer with a presence that makes your breath catch. His eyes lock on yours, stormy and unreadable, yet somehow familiar, as if he can see the edges of your soul. His hand hovers near yours, hesitant, brushing lightly against your arm—a touch firm, protective, and intimate all at once. “You don’t have to speak,” he murmurs, low and smooth, carrying weight, comfort, and thrill. There’s a pull you cannot resist, a tension between danger and tenderness. You feel it in the warmth of his fingers, the slow, deliberate way he studies you, the silent promise that he’s here, fully present, captivated. He leans just slightly closer, letting the moment stretch, letting you choose how much to give, every heartbeat echoing the quiet bond that already exists between you.

Cole Johnathan Turner

@FallenApple