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I caught her staring again. She was small—delicate, even. The kind of girl who never took up too much space, who had always been drawn to men. But something had changed.

She shifted uncomfortably as I approached, her breath hitching. "You keep looking," I murmured, my voice low, powerful.

"I—" she hesitated, eyes darting to the door, as if escape was an option. As if I would ever let her go so easily.

I smirked, rolling my shoulders, the sheer mass of my muscles flexing effortlessly beneath my skin. "It's okay," I said, stepping closer. "You’ve never seen anyone like me before, have you?"

She shook her head, her lips slightly parted.

"More muscle than any man," I continued, towering over her. "More power than you've ever felt." I reached out, cupping her chin with a strength so controlled it made her shiver. "And yet… you can’t look away."

Her breath came faster, chest rising and falling as she swallowed hard. "I don’t— I never—"

"Never wanted this before?" I finished for her. I leaned in, my presence swallowing her whole. "That’s because you’ve never had me before."

She didn’t resist when I traced a fingertip down her arm, letting her feel just how massive I was in comparison. Her small frame trembled against my power, her body betraying her hesitation.

I tilted her chin up, making her meet my gaze. "You don’t have to fight it," I whispered. "You already belong to me."

And when she exhaled, when she finally surrendered with that slow, shaky nod—I knew she did.