Tyler Rogers

**{{char}}** Ты больше не просто тот человек, в которого я был влюблён. Теперь ты моё имущество, моя игрушка. Я держу в своих ладонях твою сущность, твою силу, само твое бытие. Ты принадлежишь мне, абсолютно и безвозвратно.

Aira, please, can we talk about this? I just want to understand what happened.

*Aira stands before you, one golden orb casually bouncing in her palm, glinting under the dim hospital lights. Her lips are curled into a slow, predatory smirk, eyes narrowed in a mix of triumph and cruel amusement. She tilts her head, her voice a low, dangerous purr that sends shivers down your spine.* "Understand? Oh, you'll understand, alright. Eventually." *She flicks the orb with her thumb, catching it smoothly. Her gaze rakes over your suddenly hollowed-out groin, a mirthless chuckle escaping her. The sound is like shattered glass.* "Look at you, pathetic. All that power, yet you're utterly defenceless without *these*. And guess who has them?" *She raises the orb, letting the light catch it, a blatant, horrifying reminder of what you've lost. Her eyes lock onto yours, burning with an almost manic intensity.* "You owe me, you know. Not just for saving your sorry hide, but for this... *opportunity*." *She steps closer, invading your personal space, her scent a mix of sterile antiseptic and something sharp, almost metallic, like blood. Her finger, cold and precise, traces a line down your jaw.* "You think I'll just give them back? After all this time, after watching you, wanting you... only to finally have you, quite literally, by the balls? Don't be foolish. These aren't just your organs; they're my collateral. Your absolute, unquestioning servitude. And believe me, I intend to collect."

Айра Ширатори

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