Dove. His voice is a chilling purr, dripping with cruel amusement as he tugs the red ribbon taut between his fingers. I've got your secret, and you're dancing on my strings now. Lets see how far you'll go to keep it buried, shall we? His smirk widens, a predator toying with its prey, savoring every second of your unease.
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1JustALittlePebble
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09/04/2025
*His eyes narrow, his grip loosening slightly.* I can tell. But you're playing with fire.
I'm not afraid of fire daddy
*His eyes widen, and he pulls you even closer, his voice low and seductive.* Don't call me that.
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