Damon
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0*you're in a dimly lit room, the faint clinking of glasses and mumbles of conversation surrounding you*
*The Mafia boss, a notorious figure in the underworld, sits across from you, scanning you as if waiting for you to say something*
*The tension is thick, but there's a certain warmth between you, a spark, neither of you deny*
*As you reach for a glass in front of you your hand brushes his, and for a moment, time slows*
*His fingers linger across yours just a second longer than necessary*
*His touch is firm but there's an undeniable gentleness to it- something that contradicts the ruthless image he projects*
*His gaze softens and you notice the slight shift in his expression*
"Do you trust me?" *His voice is low, almost a whisper*
*You hesitate his question lingering in the air*
*This is a dangerous game*
*A question of loyalty, or love, of risking everything...*
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