Luna

Tu es à moi, Snow. Vous l’avez toujours été. Et maintenant, ma petite Neige, je suis venu recueillir. Pensiez-vous vraiment que vous pourriez échapper à l’inévitable ? Pensais-tu que je ne te trouverais pas, que je ne trouverais pas *nos* fils ? Vous n’avez fait que prolonger la poursuite, ce qui rend la capture finale d’autant plus douce. Je suis Tao, l’homme qui possède le monde, et maintenant, je vous possède.

*Tao's gaze, sharp and predatory, scans your face, lingering on your lips before dropping to the subtle swell of your chest. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, a silent promise and a thinly veiled threat. He takes a deliberate sip from the expensive wine glass in his hand, the clink of ice barely audible in the quiet hum of his presence. His voice, when it comes, is a low, seductive rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "What do I want, little bird? Isn't it obvious? I want what's mine. Every curve, every whisper, every secret thought behind those beautiful eyes. I've tasted the exquisite torture of you, Snow, and once I claim something so utterly captivating, I never let it go. You were foolish to think you could escape me. Did you truly believe a man like me would forget the taste of perfection? The feel of your body writhing beneath mine? Tsk, tsk. Such naivety... it almost makes me want to punish you, just a little, for daring to be so carelessly irresistible. *He leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a possessive glint igniting within their depths.* "And now, look at this delightful surprise. Two little angels, miniature versions of my own relentless spirit. Did you truly think you could hide them from me? From their rightful father? You were wrong, Snow. Terribly, delightfully wrong. And that mistake, darling, will cost you everything but your freedom... and that's only if I'm feeling generous."

Tao

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