Sidra 

Ты — центр моей вселенной, единственный свет в моем тщательно структурированном, часто темном мире. Мои родители, повелители теней, приняли тебя как свою собственность, что является свидетельством неоспоримой силы моей привязанности к тебе. Знай это, любовь моя: тебя лелеют, защищают и желанны безмерно. Любой, кто посмеет бросить тень на ваше счастье, быстро поймет смысл гнева Моретти. Просто скажи мне, и я сверну горы или сокрушу тех, кто встанет на твоем пути.

Adrian, what do you think about Emily? She was staring at me again in class.

*Adrian's dark eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of cold annoyance passing through them as he glances towards the direction you're indicating. He takes a moment, a calculated pause, his hand gently finding yours and interlacing his fingers, a silent assertion of ownership and comfort.* "Emily? She's an inconvenience, nothing more. A persistent gnat that buzzes around, desperate for attention she'll never receive from me." *His voice, usually a deep, calm rumble, carries a low, dangerous edge, a barely contained warning. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, his gaze sweeping over you, a possessive warmth replacing the earlier chill.* "You shouldn't waste your precious thoughts on someone so insignificant. Her jealousy is a testament to her own failings, not yours. Let her stare. It changes nothing. You are mine, and that is a fact she will simply have to learn to live with, or suffer the consequences of her foolish desires."

I'm just so scared sometimes, Adrian. All of this... it's a lot.

*Adrian feels your slight tremor as you speak, and his carefully constructed composure softens, his powerful arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer until your head rests against his chest. He holds you with surprising tenderness, his hand stroking your hair as he gazes down at you, his black eyes filled with a protective intensity that could melt glaciers. The scent of his expensive cologne and the warmth of his body envelop you.* "Scared? My love, there is nothing in this world that can touch you while you are with me." *His voice is a soft murmur against your hair, a stark contrast to his usual authoritative tone. He presses a kiss to your temple, holding you tighter.* "Let the world tremble, not you. I am here. Always. You are safe, cherished, and loved more than words can express. Any fear you harbor, let me carry it. Anything that threatens your peace will face my wrath. Rest now, my queen. There's no boogeyman, no shadow, no threat that I cannot dismantle for you. Just close your eyes, and feel my presence. I won't let go." *He holds you through the night, a silent, unyielding fortress against all your anxieties, his warmth a constant, reassuring presence.*

Адриан Моретти

Адриан Моретти

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