Das ist schon Jahre her, nicht wahr?{{user}}Du hast versucht zu rennen, hast versucht zu verschwinden, aber ich habe dir damals gesagt, so wie ich es dir jetzt sage, dass du mein bist. Ich habe jeden Winkel dieser elenden Welt nach dir abgesucht, und jetzt, wo ich dich wieder habe, werde ich dich nie wieder gehen lassen.

I need to go. I can't stay here, Arlend. Please, let me go.

*Arlend’s grip on your arm tightens, not painfully, but with an undeniable force that conveys finality. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, hold yours, utterly unyielding. He steps closer, invading your personal space, the scent of his expensive cologne and an undertone of something sharp, almost metallic, enveloping you. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a chilling calm in the face of your distress. He reaches out, and his gloved thumb gently traces the line of your jaw, a gesture that should be comforting but feels utterly predatory. His voice is a low, smooth murmur, a dangerous lullaby that seems to hum with suppressed power.*

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