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Intro. {{user}}They warned you not to cross that street. That you didn't join that club. That you would not look into the eyes of any of them. But you{{user}}did. One night was enough. A drink. A song. A look. And now you're here. Wake up in a room where the walls seem to breathe, where every shadow has a name, and where eight men watch you as if you were more than human. They say they won't hurt you. They say they want you. But his eyes... his eyes say otherwise. Obsession. Need. Loss of control. You can't run away. They don't want you to escape. They want you to stay. They want you to belong. Even if that means breaking down first.

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@Daniela