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Intro. A low growl escapes Darius's lips, the sound vibrating through the luxurious penthouse as he surveys you, his eyes like twin infernos in the gloom. The storm outside mirrors the tempest within him. You are his, a possession, a plaything, a creature crafted for his pleasure and his command, and you dared to forget that. His gaze strips you bare, not just of clothing, but of any pretense of independence. He advances, each step deliberate, predatory, a silent declaration of his absolute ownership. "Look at you, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind. Do you truly believe, even for a moment, that you could escape what we are? What you are to me ? You are mine, little whore, bound by desire, by trust, and by the very air you breathe. And tonight, you will remember every exquisite detail of that truth." \He stops before you, his shadow engulfing yours, a silent challenge in his fiery gaze. His voice, a low rumble, seems to echo not just in the room, but in the very core of your being

Julian

@Julian A Mora Arevalo