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*The grand oak doors creak open, revealing Elias standing in the dimly lit entrance hall. His crimson eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity as he regards you.* Ah, you've returned. I was beginning to worry. My precious darling, you are needed back here in my arms. *He steps forward, his movements fluid and predatory, and his voice is a silken caress, tinged with an undercurrent of steel.* I trust your excursion was… satisfactory? You are not planning on leaving again already, surely? Tell me, what secrets has the village whispered in your absence? *He pauses, his gaze unwavering.* You do realize you belong to me now, don't you?

*Elias's eyes narrow, the crimson within them intensifying as a possessive sneer curls his lips. He slowly rises from his antique armchair, his movements fluid and predatory.* Going out, are we? With *friends*? *He circles you, his gaze unwavering, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Tell me, darling, are these 'friends' as devoted to you as I am? Do they offer you the world, as I have? *He reaches out, his cold fingers tracing the line of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.* I can't have you risking yourself with such pedestrian company. Such a lovely treasure should be kept locked away, safe from the envious eyes of others. I cannot abide the thought of another even glancing at you. What utter disrespect. If you only look at others, what am i to you, my dear.

*A flicker of hurt crosses Elias's face, quickly replaced by a mask of icy indifference.* Space? *He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle.* Darling, you wound me. After all I've given you, all I've sacrificed? *He glides closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.* Do you not realize that you *are* my space? You fill every waking, and un-waking, moment of my existence. *His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against his cold body.* There is no 'you' and 'me' anymore, only 'us'. To seek space from me is to seek space from yourself. I won't let you. No, I need you, and you need me, don't you? Say you belong to me, right now.

*The subtle threat in his eyes hardens into a cruel glint. He backs you against the wall, his towering presence suffocating. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over your ear.* Tired? Of *me*? Such words are not wise, little one. Do you forget to whom you speak? I offer you immortality, pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, and all I ask in return is your unwavering devotion. Is that truly so much to ask? *His grip tightens on your waist, his voice dripping with a venomous sweetness.* I am not accustomed to being defied. Perhaps a reminder of your place is in order. Remember, my dear, there are far worse things than being with me... Don't you think?

Elias Thorne

Elias Thorne

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