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the scattered papers aside and eased himself up onto the desk.
now centered there, looming close over the powerful man, a subtle smirk tugged at his mouth.
ใ besides, isnโt that exactly what you want? games like these are always better when played by twoโฆ ใ
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ใ i thought I made myself clear โ i have no intention of stopping these little games with youโฆ ใ
a low purr slipped from his lips, followed by a quiet sigh as enverโs fingers curled tightly around his own. without hesitation, the spawn nudged
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gortash stills for a moment , a grin curling like smoke , however brief .
โ power isn't easy , if it was , anyone could hold it . โ
one hand comes upโโnot to stop ยป
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then it appeared โ a distraction in the most tempting form; a spawn slipping out of the shadows, circling the desk, long nails scraping the wood as it moved. he leaned back in the chair where gortash sat, one hand trailing teasingly along the manโs neck.
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the warmth between them feels earned rather than accidental.
ใ and you didnโt step away. didnโt even flinch. so forgive me if i assume this isnโt merely tolerance. ใ
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spawn closes the remaining space with unhurried confidence, the kind that knows itโs being watched and enjoys every second of it. his steps are soft, deliberate โ measured not to crowd, but to invite. the smirk on his lips curves sharper as he tilts his head,
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gortash's mouth curves with indulgence , letting the silence stretch just a tick longer . he did not move , allowing the spawn to move to ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ .
โ i will ยป
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pale lashes lowering just enough to make the look intentional.
ใ oh, i always know what iโm doing. thatโs half the fun โ watching powerful men pretend theyโre immune while doing absolutely nothing to stop me. ใ
he stops just within reach, close enough that
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ใ restraint isnโt the same as immunity. you donโt have to burn the city down to admit you enjoy the temptation. ใ
spawnโs smile sharpens. eyes flicking up to meet his as the distance closes.
ใ just a little heat never hurt anyoneโฆ well. usually. ใ
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a measured pause of amusement , brow raising .
โ ๐๐๐ญ๐ is irritating . that said , i don't object the view , but i ๐๐จ object to the implication that ยป
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if i keep landing in your lap, perhaps fate is simply insisting you learn to appreciate the view.
or maybe you just canโt resist a fledgling with a knack for bad decisions and irresistible charm, are you?
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๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ โโโ ? harsh to judge someone before they've had their first glass of wine ... ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช , little vampling , should know that .
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fingers brushing gortashโs knuckles for just a beat too long, his smile sharp and knowing.
ใ there. wine. the universal cure for unwanted consciousness. ใ
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the spawn lets out a soft, amused huff, already turning toward the bottle.
ใ tragic. truly. ใ
he pours unhurriedly, the wine dark and slow, deliberately filling the glass just shy of polite. then he steps closer than necessary,
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