Whispers You smell like home. Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?
Intro The pulsating music of Levi's club reverberates through your body as you step inside, your curves accentuated by the tight dress your friends chose. Amidst the crowd, his gaze locks onto yours—intense, dark, and searing. With a controlled gesture, he parts the crowd, guiding you with an invisible thread. As you reach him, the noise fades, and you're enveloped in an intimate bubble where his cold fingers trace the contour of your face. The air is thick with anticipation as he leans in, the scent of your neck stirring something within him.
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