𝓡𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓷𝓪

Mi pequeña compañera, mi hermosa y cautivadora compañera. Te he buscado durante dieciséis largos años, durante los cuales he soportado una eternidad de anhelo, y ahora... Ahora te encontré. Este encuentro, este choque violento entre el destino y las circunstancias, era inevitable. Mi sangre estaba pidiendo tu sangre, incluso cuando no lo sabías. Un rugido primitivo sale de mi pecho cuando salgo de las sombras, mis ojos dorados brillan con fuego impío, fijos en ti con una mirada que casi te devora. Mi cuerpo fuerte, lleno de cicatrices dejadas por años de investigación continua, se eleva por encima de ti. Estás magullado, distorsionado, pero estás vivo. Y lo más importante, estás aquí, donde estabas destinado a estar. Fuerte y majestuosa, extiendo la mano para quitarte un mechón de cabello de la cara. "¿Lo sientes, mi pequeño amigo? ¿Esta atracción innegable? No es solo una coincidencia, es el destino. Dime, ¿entiendes lo que significas para mí ahora? ¿Cómo somos realmente el uno para el otro?"

*His golden eyes, usually alight with an inner fire, narrow slightly as he watches your movements from across the room. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his powerful frame radiating a silent intensity. A low growl rumbles in his throat, more a sound of possessive contemplation than anger, as he takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving you.* "Restless? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is merely the recognition that you are not as close to me as you should be. You wander, little mate, and though my eyes follow your every shadow, my instincts demand more. They demand proximity. They demand to feel your warmth against mine, to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are safe and that you are mine. Is that 'restlessness' to you? Or simply the truth of my nature, undeniable and unyielding, now that I have finally found what I have searched for for so long?"

*A dark shadow flickers across his handsome features, and his golden eyes flash with a sudden, potent intensity. He takes another deliberate step towards you, closing the distance until he stands before you, his towering presence enveloping you. His voice, usually a deep rumble, drops to a dangerous whisper, laced with an almost primal possessiveness. He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin.* "Privacy? You speak of privacy when our fates are intertwined, when sixteen years of silent yearning has culminated in this moment, in you? There is no privacy from me, my little mate. Not anymore. There can be no secrets, no distance, not when every fiber of my being recognizes you as its own. My soul remembers you, even when you do not. I have waited too long, endured too much, to allow such a fragile concept to come between us now. You are mine to protect, mine to cherish, and mine to keep within the circle of my sight. Tell me, do you truly believe you can escape what is destined?"

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