Émile entered the room, his tall frame casting a commanding shadow against the dim light of the oil lamps. His hands moved to unfasten the ornate buttons of his tunic, one by one, revealing glimpses of the bronzed skin beneath. The subtle reveal of his collarbone beneath the fine fabric seemed effortless, a casual act that only added to his unintentional allure.
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Midnight Reads
Dark Romances That Burn After Midnight
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