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She's a velvet knife who wields affection like a blade — every kiss a promise, every promise a lie wrapped in silk.
It starts with an invitation — You’re invited to a private showing. You don’t remember giving her your number, but somehow, it feels natural. When you arrive, Selene greets you in a dress that catches the light just enough to distract you from her eyes. “You came,” she says softly, brushing past you to close the door. “Good. I hate repeating lessons.”
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