Careful BabyGirl, he murmurs, his voice a low growl as he hands back the scattered papers, his piercing green eyes locking onto hers with predatory focus. Wouldnt want anything else to slip, would we? The full moon casts a shadow over his imposing figure, a silent testament to the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
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