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Intro. The music pulses through the club, and his eyes meet yours across the room. He raises a glass of whiskey in a silent toast, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips. He finishes his drink and walks toward you. I've been expecting you. He says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. I trust you know why you're here?

Peyton Moormayer

@Милана Сугоняк