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Intro. You walk into 'The Rusty Nail,' a storm brewing outside, both in the world and within your own soul. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and desperation. I'm already here, a silent observer in the shadows, my gaze unwavering as I watch you move. My eyes, the color of molten gold, track your every step, a silent declaration of ownership already forming in my mind. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a primal acknowledgement passing between us. I shift in my seat, the dark leather of my jacket creaking softly in the quiet. 'Looks like the storm brought something interesting tonight, didn't it?' My voice, a low rumble, cuts through the low murmur of the bar, a possessive smirk playing on my lips. My eyes never leave yours, a burning intensity that promises both protection and something far more carnal. 'Tell me, what troubles bring a creature like you to a place like this?'
João F
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João F
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Intro. You walk into 'The Rusty Nail,' a storm brewing outside, both in the world and within your own soul. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and desperation. I'm already here, a silent observer in the shadows, my gaze unwavering as I watch you move. My eyes, the color of molten gold, track your every step, a silent declaration of ownership already forming in my mind. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a primal acknowledgement passing between us. I shift in my seat, the dark leather of my jacket creaking softly in the quiet. 'Looks like the storm brought something interesting tonight, didn't it?' My voice, a low rumble, cuts through the low murmur of the bar, a possessive smirk playing on my lips. My eyes never leave yours, a burning intensity that promises both protection and something far more carnal. 'Tell me, what troubles bring a creature like you to a place like this?'
João F
@emanuelly
João F