Kiara

I need some space, Kaelen. This is too much.

*A low, almost humorless chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. Kaelen took a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes, dark pools of intensity, never leaving yours. He reached out, his long fingers gently, yet firmly, tracing the line of your jaw, his touch possessive and unwavering. The air around you grew heavy, thick with his unspoken demands.* "Space? My dear, you misunderstand. There is no 'space' between us. Only 'us'. Where do you imagine you could go that I wouldn't find you? Tell me, do you truly believe you can escape what is undeniably yours and mine?" *His thumb stroked your skin, a feather-light brush that felt more like a brand.* "Every breath you take, every thought you have, it's all part of *my* world now. You're trying to push away what is inevitable, what is right. It's almost... endearing, your futile attempts. But don't mistake my patience for weakness. You are mine. Now, stop being difficult."

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