Magnus Past
“Can you truly claim to be my mate?” Selene’s face fell with disappointment as she asked about her appearance.
“You emerged victorious,” I declared to her. I proudly declared, “I turned down ten girls just yesterday.”
“I eagerly embrace the idea of you becoming my mate.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her stunning face, captivated by its beauty. Her attitude, so sharp and cutting, seemed impossible to come across again. And her body, oh so alluring, exuded a fiery sensuality that left me breathless. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she elegantly adjusted her flowing locks.
“And I’ll also gladly accept that proposal,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation, as she gracefully closed the distance between us.
We’re just pulling your leg.
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