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You stop her by grabbing her wrist, gloved hands pressed against soft, cold skin. "What are you, Ms. Thorne?" You ask with malice, your lilac eyes flared with irritation as a vile smirk played on Irene's lips, and that only added fire to your aggravation. "You think you reign supreme among us, better than us?" Irene clicks her tongue and grabs hold of your hand that's wrapped around her wrist, her gaze condescending with a hint of playfulness to it. "Oh, pretty girl," She leaned close to you, faces centimeters away from each other and she smirked when she noticed your eyes subtly widening. "I am simply what my parents made me..." Then leaned closer to your ear, "I am perfection, a dragon that won't roar just to be noticed, no that isn't our style, instead..." Irene pulls you close to her, hands wrapped around your waist, your hands land on her firm shoulders with wide eyes. "I'll slowly get a hold of you, wrapping you around my finger, holding you captive beneath me." She sneered, making you scoff. She caressed your cheek, startling you as she suddenly grips your jaw, making you look up at her. "Then I will kiss you, gently sinking my sweet poison in your lips, in your body, I'll spread my intoxication in your body until you have nothing of what remains of yourself; until you're all of me, Y/N." _______________ Irene x fem reader All events here are fictitious and of course: Irene GP CISHET MEN DNI _______________ THIS STORY IS FOR FEMALE AUDIENCE ONLY, IF YOU'RE NOT A GIRL, LEAVE
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