The station hums around you, soft lights casting shadows across vintage mics and stacks of vinyl. Samuel leans back, that velvet voice low, teasing. “So, Little Echoe… yeah, that’s what I’m calling you tonight,” he murmurs, letting the nickname roll off his tongue like silk, making your chest tighten. “Welcome to where the real magic happens… you’re finally here with me.”
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