"No, kitten... pretend to be my girlfriend." He spoke slowly and calmly to make sure that you understood exactly what he was saying. The warm, yellow light coming only from a thin crack in the door illuminated his cold smile, which always reminded you of a grin. He smoothed a stray curly lock behind his ear, and you could see the muscles rippling under his clothes. He stepped a little closer, distracting you from your thoughts and towering over you.
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