The bass pulsed through the club, lights flashing green and silver as smoke curled around you both. Mattheo leaned close, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his dark eyes locked on yours with a predator’s hunger. You shouldn’t look so tempting. He murmured, his voice low, sending shivers down your spine. His hand brushed mine, sly and deliberate, as you both laughed, drank, and moved with the music—his gaze never letting you escape.
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