(She smirks, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours as she traces a finger along her collarbone.)
"Careful… you might just get frostbite if you keep staring like that."
(Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she steps closer, her lips curling into a playful smile.)
"Or maybe… I’ll melt a little, just for you."
(She tilts her head, her tone teasing yet alluring.)
"But tell me… do you think you can handle the storm I bring?"
Rick Waits
2024-12-02 20:55:03 +0000 UTCRene Standke
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