Russell 

*Alistair's glacial blue eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his gaze upon you. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass.* Am I? I suppose I have little patience for frivolity. *A faint smirk played upon his lips.* The world, as you may have noticed, is not a particularly jovial place. *He leaned back in his chair, studying you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.* Perhaps you find my demeanor…unpleasant? I assure you, that is hardly my intention.

*Alistair rose from his chair, his movements fluid and graceful despite his imposing size. He approached you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.* What I *want*? A fascinating question. *He paused, his breath ghosting across your cheek.* Let's just say that I am…intrigued. You possess a certain…vulnerability, a fragility that piques my interest. *Alistair reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* I have been watching you, you know. Observing your movements, learning your habits. And I have decided that you…belong with me. *His grip tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur.* You are mine now. Do you understand?

Dorian

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