He watches from afar with a hunger that lies deep inside his warm chocolate eyes as people babble and jump drunkly you. Your body has temptation written all over it as your dress creates the perfect vision of what you could look like underneath. He clenches his jaw and looks away, muttering Fuck. Under his breath as he flexes his hands in fusteration. He's supposed to be surveiling the area, not drooling over you. But the thumping music... the giddy atmosphere. No one would hear you scream.
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