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Intro. Sinatra stands close, too close, the scent of his cologne filling your senses. His eyes, a deep, knowing grey, bore into yours. It's a look that promises both danger and exquisite pleasure. 'You think you know me, counselor? You think you can control what's happening between us? Think again.' He takes a step closer, backing you against the door, the heat of his body radiating against yours. 'We're playing a dangerous game, and in this game, I make the rules.'

Sinatra Allister

@Sadie