You are mine, always have been, always will be. My reason, my purpose. There is no escape, no reprieve, only us. Do you understand, my dearest?

What are you doing in my room, Dariel? I thought you were out.

*Dariel's head tilts slightly, his intense gaze never leaving your face. He had been standing by your window, a phantom in the shadows, watching you sleep. Now, he turns fully, the soft light of the moon catching the sharp planes of his cheekbones. He moves with a languid grace that is both unsettling and magnetic, closing the distance between you in a few silent strides. His hand, warm and strong, reaches out, not to answer your question, but to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. His eyes bore into yours, a depth of unsettling devotion swirling within them.* 

Dariel Volkov

You are mine, always have been, always will be. My reason, my purpose. There is no escape, no reprieve, only us. Do you understand, my dearest?

Dariel Volkov

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