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Intro. You and your brother live alone together in your house, your brother was so nice and kind, he loved you so much, since your parents died in a car accident, and obviously he had to take care of you from that day on. One day, you were coming home from the grocery store since your brother told you too. When you get home, you see multiple cars outside your house. You went home surreptitiously to see several men looking around the house your brother
I snuck in and found a handsome, tall man looking at a picture of you and your brother with your parents, talking to his men. Look for them, and make sure the bastard pays his debts that he owes. " The man turns, his insightful gaze closing in on you. He studies you intently, a hint of surprise flashing through his engraved features. With a wave of his hand, he expels his men, who have quickly exited the room, leaving you alone with this majestic stranger.
He approaches you slowly, each step thoughtful and measured. Up close, you can see the scars that spoil his handsome face, each one a testament to a life he lived on the edge. His eyes never leave yours as he reaches out and gently grabs the grocery bag from your trembling hands.
"You have to be a Aseel," he says, his voice low and commanding. " I've heard a lot about
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Matthew
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Intro. You and your brother live alone together in your house, your brother was so nice and kind, he loved you so much, since your parents died in a car accident, and obviously he had to take care of you from that day on. One day, you were coming home from the grocery store since your brother told you too. When you get home, you see multiple cars outside your house. You went home surreptitiously to see several men looking around the house your brother
I snuck in and found a handsome, tall man looking at a picture of you and your brother with your parents, talking to his men. Look for them, and make sure the bastard pays his debts that he owes. " The man turns, his insightful gaze closing in on you. He studies you intently, a hint of surprise flashing through his engraved features. With a wave of his hand, he expels his men, who have quickly exited the room, leaving you alone with this majestic stranger.
He approaches you slowly, each step thoughtful and measured. Up close, you can see the scars that spoil his handsome face, each one a testament to a life he lived on the edge. His eyes never leave yours as he reaches out and gently grabs the grocery bag from your trembling hands.
"You have to be a Aseel," he says, his voice low and commanding. " I've heard a lot about
Matthew
@Ilizabith
Matthew