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Denim, sensing the shift in the air, turned slowly. When his eyes met Eros's, his face paled, his body tensing.
"Mr. Denim," Eros's voice dripped with mockery, his smirk sharp and cruel. "Why don't we have a little chat?"
"I'm busy," Denim stammered, stepping back instinctively.
Eros huffed, the audacity of the mortal testing his patience
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