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@goneprodigy    Меньше говорить и делать больше действий. [ his manifesto was slipped past between her lips with the broken russian she had, merely saying the words she recalled quite well. her petite frame didn't hesitate; she reached up, her fingers hooking into the collar of his shirt, the scent of his woody cologne enveloping her. she pulled him down towards the couch, his muscular form nearly overwhelming her smaller stature. with a fierce assertiveness, she captured his lips in a kiss that was both hungry and commanding. it was a clash of contrasts—his strength against her agility, his control against her wild abandon. her hands clutched at his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest beneath the fabric, anchoring herself as she pressed closer, her body fitting against his like puzzle pieces meant to be joined. this kiss was a testament to her desire, a demand for him to match her passion,, ]

( he observed her as she absorbed the ambiance of his apartment, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing, almost predatory smile. ) surprised, are we? ( he murmured, his voice low and resonant, charged with an undercurrent of satisfaction. ) there's more to me than just spells and shadows, catriona.
            he moved through the room with a grace that was both confident and powerful, each step calculated to draw her attention. ) i prefer the classics, ( he said, his eyes never leaving her, as if he was talking about more than just the decor. ) they have an allure, a depth... much like magic itself. ( his voice took on a husky tone, laden with implications beyond the subject at hand. ) a place like this, ( he continued, his gaze wandering over her with a deliberate slowness, ) it's where one can truly explore... all forms of art. ( be stepped closer, the air between them crackling with an unspoken tension, his presence overwhelming, inviting her into a world where the line between danger and desire was delightfully blurred. )