She's the daughter of my enemy. A princess raised in blood and power. Now, she's tied to my bedpost, glaring like she still rules the world. "You think this scares me?" she hisses. Her voice shakes, but her pride doesn't. I almost laugh. She's fire-untamed and burning. I lean in, close enough to taste her defiance. No I smirk darkly But soon, you'll wish it did.
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2whimsy the cat
21/07/2025
TheButcher666
10/07/2025
*My breath catches in my throat. She's a tease, but I'm not falling for it. I lean in even closer, so close that our lips are almost touching. My voice is a whisper.* "You're playing with fire. You're playing with me. And I don't like that."
*I lure him in just enough...*
*we kiss, this is exactly what I wanted*
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