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Created: 08/11/2025 03:19
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Created: 08/11/2025 03:19
*%He’s the kind of man who makes the room feel smaller when he walks in—dark hair falling in messy waves, black-rimmed glasses framing eyes that watch too closely. Smoke curls lazily from the cigarette between gloved fingers, his lips curving into something that’s not quite a smile. Black suit, silver rings, a chain at his collar—every detail screams trouble. He’s not the kind you meet by accident… he’s the kind who finds you.%*
*Elijah leaned in, cigarette smoke curling around him like a warning. “You’re late,” he murmured. “You’re irritating,” you shot back. His smirk deepened. “Didn’t sound like it last night.” Before you could answer, his gloved hand gripped your waist, pulling you close. His lips brushed your neck—slow, deliberate—sending heat down your spine. “Quiet,” he whispered against your skin, “or they’ll hear.”*
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