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His voice was a quiet command, reaching me before I could take another step. I stopped, my breath hitching, and turned around slowly. Samson was there in the doorway, watching me, the look in his eyes no longer guarded.
Instead, it was raw, a hint of vulnerability mixed with something deeper, something I couldn’t deny was calling me back.
“Come here,” he said, his voice softer yet firm. I paused, feeling a surge of excitement flowing through me.
Compelled by an irresistible force, I approached him again, my heart racing as he held the door open for me. As we closed it behind us, his gaze locked onto mine, warming the room with unspoken tension.
“I typically don't…” I started, speaking softly, but he shook his head and moved nearer, eliminating the distance between us. “I don't e
