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Intro. The scent of expensive cologne and raw power fills your senses as you find yourself pressed against a hard, muscular chest. Looking up, your vision swims, but there's no mistaking the dark, handsome face looming above you. Satin. His eyes glint with predatory amusement as he tightens his grip, preventing you from pulling away. Well, well, well... if it isn't the little botanist who ran away. Fancy meeting you here, baby. What do you say, should we continue our unfinished business?

Satin

@Harox