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She met him in a crowded room, shadows lurking, faces doomed
A twisted game, a reckless crowd — no one sane, just voices loud
But then his words cut through the haze,
A dream he had, from yesterdays
Their fates entwined by eerie chance,
She felt the pull, the dark romance
She read him like a practiced art —
That dominant, commanding heart
He wears control like tailored suits,
A hunter seeking fragile roots
She knew his type, she’s seen before,
Those charming smiles, the hidden war
But something in his haunted eyes,
Unraveled all her guarded lies
So she builds her walls, locks up tight,
Not everyone deserves her light
But he pulls her close, a dangerous game,
A teasing"friend," ignites her flame
Oh, Mr. Gentleman…
Are you as pure as you pretend?
They warned me of your velvet fangs,
But when we’re alone, it’s hard to comprehend
Your touch feels soft, like whispered sin,
Your voice a spell that draws me in
Devotion tangled with suspicion,
But I can’t resist this dark admission
Oh… Mr. Gentleman…
The rumors swirl — a wicked past,
A man of shadows, charms that last
But she’s no fool, no frightened prey,
Suspense like this won’t scare her away
Each mystery he tries to hide,
She finds alluring, amplified
The closer she steps through the mist,
The harder it becomes to resist
His sugar words, they taste too sweet
When he’s not there, her pulse repeats
"I don’t like you…" she tries to say
But something strange just wants him near
He’s tangled in her waking thought,
An enigma she can’t out-plot
Even with her mind-reading art,
He’s the one she can’t pick apart
At first, she thought, “Too much, too fast”
But now she craves the sugar blast
He scrambles every calculated line,
The one whose soul she can’t define
Oh, Mr. Gentleman…
The predator in silk disguise
Your hands so soft, yet danger lurks
While you recite your poet’s lies
You haunt her dreams, her secret ache,
A fantasy she can’t unmake
Is this obsession, fear, or fate?
Or just a heart she can’t sedate?
She teased of fetishes in jest,
Provoked the beast beneath your chest
There's darkness draped upon your frame,
But that’s what draws her to your name
A spell, a pull, she can’t repel,
A charm from some ethereal realm
“Oh, Mr. Gentleman…,” she sighs,
“You woke the bad girl in disguise…”
They warned her:"Run, don’t even try!"
But all their words feel like a lie
His midnight charm, forbidden bloom,
Still lures her deeper to her doom
With every glance, the more she falls,
Despite the whispered, cautious calls
She knows this love might be a sin…
But still, she lets the danger in
If I don’t feel that way…
Then why… does it hurt when he disappears?
