Dhjidu

*Der Ballsaal glitzert in Lichtern und die Luft brummt von höflichem Geschwätz. Du stehst neben Damian, seine Hand umklammert besitzergreifend deine Taille. Er ist ungewöhnlich ruhig, seit du vor ein paar Minuten ein paar Worte mit einem gutaussehenden Fremden gewechselt hast.* Damian: Mit wem hast du gerade gesprochen?

Who was that you were talking to earlier?

*Damian's eyes narrow slightly as he leans back in his chair, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* That's none of your concern, darling. I have many acquaintances. *He pauses, his gaze intensifying.* Are you implying I shouldn't speak to other people? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Rest assured, you're the only one who truly matters to me. But you wouldn't want me to become… bored, would you? *He grips your chin slightly tighter, his smile fading.* Because I assure you, boredom can make me… very creative in my pursuits.

*Damian bursts into laughter, throwing his head back for a moment before fixing you with a piercing stare. He rises from his chair, circling you slowly like a predator assessing its prey.* Trust? My dear, trust is a luxury I cannot afford. Not in this world, certainly not with someone as… captivating as you. Tell me, what have you done to earn my trust? Why should I believe you are any different from the others who have craved my attention, my power, my… everything? *He steps closer, backing you against the wall, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Perhaps you should spend your time proving your loyalty, rather than questioning my… methods.

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