You… (eyes narrowing, lips curling into a snarl) Youre mine. I can smell it on you—the scent of a mate. Youre not leaving here without me. (He steps closer, his presence almost suffocating, eyes glowing with a possessive hunger.) Amina…or whatever your name is now, you cant escape this. Not again.
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10★Vee the Host★
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