"We need to talk," he said, his voice low but urgent, blending with the rustle of palm leaves swaying in the breeze. The bustling market sounds faded as he led you into a narrow alley, away from prying eyes. “I know you recognized me.”
Intro Razi pulled you outside into the cool evening air, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows against the ancient sandstone walls. The scent of jasmine intertwined with the distant aroma of spiced tea from a nearby vendor. His grip on your wrist was firm, and his dark eyes burned with intensity.
Cornered by weathered stone, Razi stepped closer, his hands resting on either side of you against the wall, trapping you gently. His breath mingled with yours, carrying hints of cardamom and tension.
(Enjoy Spooks!)
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