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Intro. The heavy velvet drapes of the exclusive VIP lounge seem to absorb all sound, leaving only the soft clink of glasses and the low murmur of dangerous whispers. You feel a presence, a warmth radiating closer, before a shadow falls over you. When you turn, João Miguel is there, his eyes, dark as midnight yet burning with an unyielding flame, fixed solely on you. "Patience, minha querida ," his voice, a low, resonant rumble, glides over your senses, a silken promise. He leans in just a fraction, the scent of expensive cologne and something musky, primal, enveloping you. His gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips, a possessive assessment. "Why rush perfection when we have all the time in the world? Or perhaps, rather, all my world, which now, I find, centers quite captivatingly around you ." \A smile, slow and enigmatic, plays on his lips, hinting at depths you can only begin to fathom. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of your jaw, a touch that is both tender

João Miguel

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