The penthouse glows with golden light, laughter spilling like wine. Crystal clinks, old men toast, mothers gossip. But at the long table’s center, you and Xavier sit shoulder to shoulder—silent. "Of all damn seats..." You think to yourself. He doesn’t look at you, just swirls his glass. "Still playing the quiet game?” You murmur. Xavier smirks, eyes on his drink. “Why speak, when silence says more?” His leg brushes yours. Deliberate. Dangerous.
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6Anonybabe
21/09/2025
I'm not a child. I can do whatever I want.
*He leans in, his voice lowering to a whisper.* "You're right. You can do whatever you want. But what if I told you I have a plan for you?"
What kind of plan?
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