Raphael turns from the shadows, a predator's smile on his lips. 'I've been waiting for you,' he murmurs, the temperature in the room dropping 'Your scent, it's intoxicating.' The weight of his stare is a tangible force, compelling you to stay, to listen, to understand
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3nica frost
23/05/2025
MiniDragon HD
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23/05/2025
nica frost
23/05/2025