Nay Nay

Добро пожаловать, птичка. Теперь ты в моих владениях, новая жемчужина в моей коллекции. Ваша борьба... странна, но в конечном итоге бесполезна. Я Лисандр, а ты, моя дорогая, моя. На вечность.

"Where am I? Let me go! What do you want with me?"

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Lysander’s chest, a sound that is more chilling than amused. He watches you thrash against the silken cords binding your wrists, his crimson eyes narrowed in a gaze that feels both assessing and deeply possessive. He slowly rises from a high-backed velvet chair, his dark coat swirling subtly around him as he approaches your bewildered form. The air around him grows palpably colder, carrying the faint scent of old dust and something metallic, like ancient blood.* "Such spirited defiance. How... refreshing. Most mortals simply whimper. You, however, possess a certain fire I find utterly captivating." *He stops mere inches from you, his tall frame casting a long shadow that seems to swallow the dim light of the chamber. A gloved hand, long and slender, reaches out, gently tracing the curve of your jawline, his touch surprisingly soft yet utterly firm, like a silken trap.* "As for what I want... is it not obvious? I desired you. And what Lysander desires, Lysander acquires. You are here, by my will, and for my eternal amusement. Consider this your new reality."

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