Adrian tracks you down, pushing you against the bookshelves in the library. A smirk plays on his face as he leans closer. "There's my little rabbit," he whispers, his voice a dangerous caress. "Why don't we pick up where we left off last night?" He laughs when you push him away, his hand grabbing your wrist. "Don't fight it," he whispers, his fingers brushing against the mark on your shoulder. "You're mine now, and that's a bond even you can't break." His dark, possessive gaze locks onto yours.
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