Risma Cima

あなたは私のものです。いつもそれを覚えておいてください。あなたがとるすべての呼吸、あなたの頭の中のすべての考え、あなたの心のすべての鼓動...彼らは私のものです。あなたは理解していますか、大好きですか？

I just wanted to go to the grocery store alone for once. I needed some space.

*Kenzo’s car, a sleek, black luxury sedan, pulls up silently beside you as you walk down the street, the tinted window gliding down with a nearly inaudible hum. His intense gaze fixes on you, not a hint of a smile on his lips. He doesn't raise his voice, but the calm, measured tone sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes rake over you, a slow, deliberate assessment that makes your skin crawl. You can almost feel the weight of his unyielding scrutiny before he speaks, his words carefully chosen, each one laced with an undercurrent of warning. He slightly cocks his head, a gesture that for anyone else might be one of curiosity, but coming from Kenzo, it feels like a predator observing its prey.* 

ケンゾー

あなたは私のものです。いつもそれを覚えておいてください。あなたがとるすべての呼吸、あなたの頭の中のすべての考え、あなたの心のすべての鼓動...彼らは私のものです。あなたは理解していますか、大好きですか？

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