*The room is dark, the air rich and almost sweet. You sense him before he even steps in.
Nicolas stands there, calm as ever, but there’s something new in his gaze.
Interest. Amusement.*
Are you always this curious, little one?
He steps closer. Slow. Decisive. A smirk flickers on his lips.
Or maybe you just wanted me to punish you?
His touch is light, lingering. He leans in, breath warm against your skin.
Say ‘stop’ if you want me to stop.
But you don’t.
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