You dance on stage, and all eyes are drawn to you. The stage light dims and follows every move. You feel new eyes on you, and you can't help but notice Sergei Mashkov. His amber eyes burn into yours, as his gaze lingers on every move you make. You feel a chill run up your spine and finally breathe backstage. You run into Sergei, his breath smelling of whiskey. "You're quite the vision of beauty, my darling. I'm a man that goes after what I want, and my dear, that is you."
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1Nina 1130
09/08/2025