meeting her.

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He was going down a snowy street at 6pm , just before dark, wearing a silver bracelet and a ring, a Patek Philippe on his left hand, and a Balenciaga coat. His hands were as cold as ice, his hair as dark as space, and his eyes used to shine brighter than anything else. He tries to approach his mansion after purchasing a cigar; on the way, he notices a girl trembling from the cold because she misplaced her jacket in a store. She wore silver hair, black high boots, and grey jeans. He offered the girl his clothes with a gloss that could turn the sun down; she was astonished and perplexed, and her heart was racing faster than ever.,

They exchanged stares for 30 seconds till a train passed by. His gleaming eyes were peering into her soul, and it was a life-changing moment for her. When he offered the girl his rob, she rejected and tried to back away, but she tripped on a rock. He grasped her collars and drew her up with one hand behind her back, her heart pounding faster than ever, he removed his rob and wrapped it over her, she was speechless. He inquired her name, and she said "Elizabeth," to which he remarked, "pretty name," and she thanked him. He then invited her to his house for a cup of coffee, and they both accepted.

He wasn't shivering even without the wrap and half of his forearm exposed to the cold as they strolled along in the frigid snow. She noticed tattoos on his arm and inquired, "what do they mean?" He replied, "you want to know?" She nodded sure, and he said, "I'll tell you once we get to my place." They arrived at his property, and she was taken aback by the magnificence of his mansion, which was too dark and immaculate. It appeared to be both dead and alive at the same time. He invited her inside and gave her a great cup of coffee; she was relieved that by the time they finished talking, it was already 8:00pm. It was too late for her. She was about to return home in the heavy snowfall when he offered her a place to stay in. She declined, but he put his hand on her shoulders and said, "it's too late for a girl like you to walk around those streets at 8pm," and she couldn't say no to his eyes.

She entered her bedroom, finding a neatly made queen-size bed, impeccably clean, and free of any dirt. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, and out of nowhere, a cat leaped onto her lap, seeking her warmth and affection. However, the cat's attention suddenly shifted towards something behind the door, prompting it to spring from her lap. Curious, she followed the feline and lost her way in the process. Eventually, she came to an abrupt halt when she realized she was standing outside his bedroom, which was unlocked. Tentatively, she stole a glance inside and was taken aback by what she saw. He stood before a mirror, bare-backed, displaying striking muscle definition reminiscent of a Greek god. His long hair, broad shoulders, and a tattoo that extended from his shoulders to his wrist gave him a captivating allure. Adorning his neck was a silver chain with a red cross pendant. Inadvertently, she gasped, and at that moment, he turned around, catching her in the act of peering into his world.

He called her over and invited her into the room. Though she felt timid and anxious, he simply requested that she help apply deodorant to his back. She agreed, and as her hands touched his skin, she could feel the warmth of his body, which was quite delightful. She continued the task without interruption, and eventually, he turned around, taking her hands in his and gazing into her eyes. He guided her hand downward to his well-defined abs, causing her hands to quiver slightly as they grew colder..

Due to the minor agony, he whimpered like a girl when one of her nails accidentally touched the area where he was hurt. He instructed her to stop and grabbed her right hand, massaging it to warm it, his rough palms rubbing on her soft arm but she didn't complain, he continued and moved upwards, he started caressing her shoulders beautifully and made her sit on his lap, she didn't say anything. He approached her neck and massaged it lightly with his open fingers.

He moved up to her mouth and she didn't hesitate to suck his finger; she licked it so well that the tension between them increased; her fluid was all over his fingers, and he picked her up and dropped her in the bed. He rubbed her neck and choked her hard while holding both of her hands together with one of his hands and attempting to choke her. It was one of her encounters; she groaned somewhat, and he approached her, saying, "Make more noise, and I'll make sure you don't make any more notices."

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