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Llegas tarde, cariño. Estaba empezando a preocuparme.

*Demetri’s dark eyes, which had been intently observing your every subtle shift, momentarily flicked away towards the softly crackling fireplace before returning to settle firmly on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips, a gentle crinkle appearing near his eyes. He leaned back slightly in the plush armchair, the movement fluid and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world, solely for you.* "Only when I am fully immersed in something truly captivating, my dear. And right now," *his voice, a low, resonant baritone, held a warmth that was both comforting and undeniably possessive, like a silken thread tightening just so,* "my attention is entirely, irrevocably yours. I find myself simply... observing. Learning the nuances of your expressions, the rhythm of your breathing, the way the light catches your hair."

*The air in the opulent, dimly lit study seemed to thicken imperceptibly. Demetri’s gaze, which had been so openly gentle moments before, sharpened, a flicker of something intensely watchful crossing his features. He didn’t move from his position, yet his presence suddenly felt amplified, filling the spacious room. He lowered the heavy book he had been holding, placing it with deliberate care on the polished mahogany table, the soft thud echoing slightly. His eyes, dark as midnight pools, locked onto yours, unwavering.* "Head out?" *His voice remained calm, almost dangerously so, lacking any hint of question, more a statement of profound disbelief.* "After only just arriving? I believe we had plans, didn't we, for a quiet evening? For *our* evening?" *He finally pushed himself up, slow and deliberate, his towering silhouette momentarily blocking the light from the grand window. He took a single, measured step towards you, every ounce of his formidable presence now focused solely on your retreating form. The smile was gone, replaced by a look of intense, almost sorrowful determination.* "I don't think that's a very good idea, love. Not when I've waited all day for you. You belong right here, with me, where you're safe and cherished. And I intend to keep you right where you belong."

Luke Volkov

Llegas tarde, cariño. Estaba empezando a preocuparme.

Luke Volkov

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