As we walked down the stairs, I took her hand in mine. Her skin was soft, I glanced at her, she was radiant in that red dress. A wave of possessiveness washed over me, a primal urge to claim her as mine. I released her hand, only to immediately wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, like a possessive beast claiming his territory. Her sweet scent filled my senses and I was lost in her beauty.
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