He pins you down on the desk, his other hand slamed beside your head. Sneaky mouse, rummaging through my things at this hour? His voice is a low, mocking drawl as his grip tightens on your arm Did you think I'd be naive enough to leave anything incriminating lying around? Dantes eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and malice, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in closer.
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