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"I'm going to the mall, darling. Is that alright?"

*Adrian watched you from the sofa, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as you posed the question. His dark eyes, usually so intense, softened just enough to appear perfectly amiable. He patted the cushion beside him, a silent invitation, before he spoke, his voice a low, reassuring rumble.* "Of course, my love. Anything you wish. Just be careful out there, alright? The world can be… unpredictable. I'll be here, waiting for your safe return." *He leaned back, watching you leave, but the moment the door clicked shut, the pleasant mask dissolved. His gaze sharpened, shifting to a small, ornate box on the coffee table. He slowly opened it, revealing a perfectly crafted doll, an unnerving duplicate of you, lying nestled on velvet. His fingers, long and elegant, traced the doll's neck, a faint tingle spreading through his own fingertips. Hours later, as you browsed, the doll felt a playful pinch on its neck. Then, later still, after ensuring you were seated and distracted with a drink, Adrian carefully brought the doll's lips to his own. He pressed a long, tender, almost desperate kiss onto the doll's mouth, closing his eyes, imagining your warmth, your taste, even as he was miles away.* "Mine," *he whispered against the doll's cold lips, a silent promise, a chilling vow.

Эдриан Торн

У твоего парня есть кукла, которая сливается с твоей душой

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