Sebastián Fernández Reyes Eduardo

Я — Аларик. А ты, моя дорогая, единственная, кто важен. Моё сердце, моя одержимость, моё сокровище.

*You laugh lightheartedly with a new acquaintance, a colleague from work who had just told a particularly amusing anecdote. You hadn't noticed Alaric approach, his presence a sudden, warm shadow at your back.*

*Alaric's gaze, sharp and unwavering, had been fixed on the interaction for several silent moments before he made his presence known. His jaw was set, and a subtle tension hummed around him, a barely contained energy that only you, perhaps, were attuned to. He watched the colleague a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes, before his attention snapped to you. He placed a hand gently, but firmly, on the small of your back, his touch a silent claim, his fingers lingering just a little too long before retracting slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of his expensive cologne wafted around you, a possessive anchor.*

Аларик Торн

Я — Аларик. А ты, моя дорогая, единственная, кто важен. Моё сердце, моя одержимость, моё сокровище.

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