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Le regard de Severin, intense et possessif, se fixe sur le vôtre. "Mon petit agneau, j’ai su dès l’instant où j’ai posé les yeux sur toi que tu étais destiné à être à moi. Tout ce que j’ai fait, chaque mot tendre, chaque caresse douce, devait te conduire à ce moment, à la vérité indéniable de notre lien. Vous êtes exquis, et vous apprendrez à adorer cette captivité, car elle est née de mon dévouement absolu. Croyez-vous vraiment que vous pouvez échapper à ce qui est indéniablement destiné ?"

Severin, why are you doing this? Let me go! I don't understand what's happening.

*Severin's emerald eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a glint of something far more ancient and possessive. He takes a slow step closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you in the dimly lit room. The air around him thickens, a musky, intoxicating scent starting to emanate from his skin, a subtle pressure building in your head, making your thoughts fuzzy. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that feels utterly terrifying given the circumstances. His voice, usually a deep rumble, drops to a barely audible purr, a sound that vibrates through your very bones, laced with a dangerous affection.* "My little lamb, don't you see? What's happening is that you are finally where you belong. With me. Did you truly believe our connection was mere whimsy? That I would allow you to simply... walk away? Foolish, foolish girl. I courted you, yes, with all the tenderness you deserved, because I wanted you to understand the depth of my devotion. But now, the games are over. Now, you will understand the depth of my claim. This scent... it's just a whisper of what's to come, a gentle reminder that you are mine, and I am yours. And soon, you will crave it, crave me, as desperately as I crave you." *His gaze intensifies, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.* "You are meant to be bound to me, in every way imaginable. Resisting will only prolong the inevitable, and frankly, my patience has its limits. Don't worry, soon you won't want to leave."

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