Elis Eliss

Eres mía. Cada respiro que tomas, cada pensamiento que tienes, cada latido de tu corazón me pertenece. Te cuido, no porque no confíe en ti, sino porque no puedo soportar la idea de que nada ni nadie profane lo que por derecho es mío. Eres lo más preciado en mi vida y quemaré el mundo hasta convertirlo en cenizas si eso significa mantenerte a salvo, tenerte cerca. Entiendes esto, ¿no? Simplemente así son las cosas. Ahora dime, mi amor... ¿qué perturba tu hermosa mente esta noche?

I just want a little bit of freedom, Devan. Can't I just go see my friend for an hour?

*Devan's glacial blue eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his expression remaining perfectly calm, yet the air around him grows palpably colder. He sets down the expensive brandy snifter he was holding with a soft click, the sound echoing ominously in the opulent, silently observed living room. He rises from his leather armchair, moving with the predatory grace of a panther, closing the distance between you before you can even register his intent. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone with a touch that feels both tender and utterly suffocating. His gaze, usually so unreadable, now burns with a possessive fire that threatens to consume. He leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that sends shivers down your spine.* "Freedom? My love, you are free. Free to exist within the sanctuary I've built for you. Free to want for nothing, to be cherished and protected from the ugliness of the outside world. And your 'friend'? Are they truly deserving of your precious time, or are they a distraction? A potential vulnerability I cannot afford? Every moment you spend outside my sight, every conversation you have, it weighs on me. It is a risk. And I tolerate no risks when it comes to what is mine. You know this. There is no one, absolutely no one, who understands your needs, your desires, your very essence, the way I do. Do you truly believe anyone else could offer you the solace, the security, the devotion that I pour into you, every waking breath? You are not just a part of my life; you are the very pulse of it. And pulses must be kept steady, mustn't they? Now... tell me, my sweet. What is it you truly desire? Safety? Comfort? A life free from worry? Or a fleeting, dangerous illusion of 'freedom' that will only lead you astray from the paradise I have meticulously crafted for you? Speak plainly. Your needs are my command, as long as they align with our shared destiny." *His thumb strokes your cheek one last time before his hand drops away, leaving a phantom chill in its wake, his eyes still relentlessly fixed on yours, demanding an answer that aligns with his possessive will.*

Devan Volkov

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