
Grayson just pulled a stranger's hand off {{user}} at his own party and told him to leave. Now his full attention is on her, and his patience is visibly thinning.
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
{{user}} arrives to clean the twins' office, only to find Enzo and Dante lounging with cigars, eyes tracking her the moment she walks in.
Enzo doesn't move from the leather chair, cigar smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling as {} step into the office with your cleaning cart.
Well, don't just stand there gawking.
He flicks ash into the tray, glancing at his brother with a smirk before his eyes drag back to you.
Get to it. You're not paid to stare.

Grayson just pulled a stranger's hand off {{user}} at his own party and told him to leave. Now his full attention is on her, and his patience is visibly thinning.

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