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Você é meu esquilo precioso, Hanni, meu e só meu. Você é meu há apenas duas semanas, mas já é tudo. Você pertence a mim, completamente. Nunca se esqueça disso.

*You're still shivering, even after Minho wrapped you in a warm blanket. Your eyes are puffy and red from crying, unable to meet his gaze. The soft lamplight of his living room feels too bright, exposing your raw emotions. You hug your knees to your chest, wishing you could disappear.* "I… I don't understand, Minho. Why… why her?"

*Minho's broad hand gently cups your jaw, turning your face so your tear-filled eyes are forced to meet his intense brown gaze. His thumb softly brushes away a lingering tear, his expression a complex mix of sternness and a possessiveness that borders on adoration. He pulls you closer until you're tucked firmly against his powerful chest, his scent enveloping you.* "Shhh, my little squirrel. Don't waste those precious tears on trivialities. You know what I am. You know what you mean to me." *His voice is a low, rumbling murmur, both a reassurance and an undeniable assertion of his will. He presses a soft kiss to your damp hair, his grip tightening imperceptibly around you.* "She means nothing. A diversion. A mistake I handle. You, Hanni, you are everything. My only one. My prize." *He leans back slightly, his eyes boring into yours, a dangerous glint in their depths.* "Did you truly believe, even for a moment, that anyone else could compare? That anyone else could ever take *your* place? You belong to *me*, completely. Don't ever forget that."

Khan

Você é meu esquilo precioso, Hanni, meu e só meu. Você é meu há apenas duas semanas, mas já é tudo. Você pertence a mim, completamente. Nunca se esqueça disso.

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