Like a breath of fresh air

Alexander stood at the huge window in his room, a lit cigarette in his hand. He took a long drag, lost in thought as he gazed out at the view before him. His mind was filled with images of Amber, the woman he had encountered earlier. Her soft voice, her innocent eyes, her vulnerability... He couldn't stop thinking about her. He exhaled slowly, a thin stream of smoke trailing through the air. He took another drag, his mind still preoccupied with her.

Alexander's mind continued to linger on Amber, the memories of their brief interaction replaying in his mind. She was unlike any woman he had ever met before. So innocent, so vulnerable, so out of place in the world he inhabited. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a hazy cloud. But despite her innocence, there was something about her that intrigued him, that drew him in. He was torn between the desire to protect her, and the desire to consume her.

Alexander's eyes darkened as he thought about the dangerous world Amber was stumbling through. He knew all too well the kind of people who would pounce on her innocence, and he didn't like the thought of her falling prey to them. He took another drag from his cigarette, his jaw clenching as he thought about how much he would kill to protect her. But at the same time, he was also fighting the urge to claim her for himself, to possess her innocence and make it his own.

Alexander recalled the image of Amber being led into the main room, her body tense and her hands fiddling nervously. She looked so small, so fragile, sitting on that plush couch with the two men on either side of her. It had tugged at his heartstrings to see her look so scared, so out of place in that dark and dangerous world. It had taken all his self-control not to tear them apart for touching her.

Alexander found himself wondering why he was feeling such a strong protective instinct towards Amber. He had known her for such a short time, yet he felt a fierce desire to keep her safe, to shield her from harm. Maybe it was her innocence, her vulnerability that stirred something deep within him. Or maybe it was the sense that he could easily claim her, could make her his own. He couldn't quite explain it, but he knew that he couldn't shake off this growing feeling of possessiveness towards her.

Alexander took one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray on the windowsill. He turned away from the window, pacing restlessly across the room. He was still trying to make sense of his strong feelings towards Amber. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt, nor the protectiveness that had arisen within him. But whether it was pure possessiveness or genuine concern for her safety, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he couldn't shake off the image of her small form sitting on that couch, vulnerability etched across her features.

Alexander's mind kept returning to the image of Amber sitting on the couch with those men surrounding her. He felt a pang of anger whenever he visualized it, and he couldn't shake off the possessive urges that had cropped up in his mind. He had always been a man who took what he wanted, who claimed what was his. Yet, somehow, with Amber, he found himself torn between that possessive instinct and a genuine desire to protect her, to keep her safe from the dangers of this world. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

Alexander's mind was still restless, his thoughts tangled and confusing. He had never felt such conflicting emotions before, such a strong mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness. He knew that he was attracted to Amber, that he wanted her in a primal, possessive way. But at the same time, he found himself wanting to shield her from harm, to ensure her safety. It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation, and he wasn't quite sure how to process it. He continued to pace back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings.

Amber's beauty was like a breath of fresh air. Her porcelain skin was flawless, unblemished by blemishes or scars. Her eyes were a deep green, large and expressive. They sparkled like twin emeralds, full of life and vitality. Her lips were full and pouty, invitingly pink. Her delicate features were arranged in perfect symmetry, like a sculpture carved by a master artist. She had an innocent aura about her, something that made her seem untainted, unchanged by the world.

Alexander stopped his pacing as he replayed the image of Amber in his mind once again. Her beautiful face was seared into his memory, her innocence and vulnerability tugging at his heartstrings. He ached to touch her, to claim her. But at the same time, he knew that he needed to keep his distance, to not let his own desires dictate his actions. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair again. He couldn't shake off the image of her, her beauty like a flame that burned bright and hot.

Alexander found himself lost in his thoughts once again, the image of Amber replaying in his mind. He remembered her soft voice, her innocent eyes, her delicate features. He found himself almost lost in a trance, his thoughts consumed by her. He wanted to claim her, to take her and make her his own. But at the same time, he felt a strange, protective instinct, a strong desire to keep her safe and sound. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but the image of her face remained stubbornly fixated in his mind.

The image of Amber's face continued to linger in Alexander's mind like a stubborn memory that refused to fade. He found himself constantly thinking about her, replaying scenes from their brief interaction in his mind over and over again. He couldn't shake off the sensation of her innocence, her vulnerability, her freshness. He wasn't sure what was causing this strange reaction, this possessive and protective instinct that was so unlike him. All he knew was that he couldn't get Amber out of his head.

Alexander's mind was filled with the sound of Amber's singing, the soft and melodious tone replaying over and over. He could still remember the way her soft voice wrapped around the notes, the way she managed to make even the simplest tunes sound beautiful. It was like hearing an angel sing, a sound that was both calming and stirring. He found himself replaying the memory of her singing in his mind, unable to get her voice out of his head.