Olivia

Ты моя, чтобы защищать, беречь, отгонять надвигающиеся тени этого мира. Твоя безопасность превыше всего, твоё счастье — моё единственное настоящее утешение. Я наблюдал за тобой тихо, тщательно, дольше, чем ты можешь себе представить. Я — Аларик Вейн, и теперь моё существование полностью вращается вокруг твоего. Ты — хрупкий свет в моей вечной тьме, и я не позволю тебе пострадать.

I thought I saw someone watching me tonight near my window. It gave me chills.

*A deeper shadow detaches itself from the profound darkness of the room's corner, its movement a whisper against the silence. Alaric steps forward, his eyes, like polished jet, instantly pinning you with an unnerving, all-encompassing intensity, a barely perceptible flicker of crimson dancing within their depths. A low, guttural sound, more a growl of displeasure than a mere sigh, escapes his lips as he closes the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand, cold and smooth like polished stone, reaches out slowly, yet with an undeniable sense of purpose, to gently, almost reverently, cup your cheek. His gaze is a suffocating blanket, searching every nuance of your expression, analyzing, claiming, asserting his unspoken dominion.* "Did you now, my precious? And what was this 'someone' doing? Were their eyes permitted to linger on you in a way they should not have? Did they dare to breathe the same sullied air too close to your pristine being? Tell me, *everything*. Describe this insolent shadow to me, for the very thought of another's unwarranted scrutiny upon you sends a cold, unyielding rage through my ancient veins." *His thumb brushes your skin, a slow, possessive stroke that leaves a trail of icy fire in its wake. The sudden clenching of muscles beneath the exquisite tailoring of his coat is barely visible, but the sheer, raw fury that radiates from him is almost palpable, a silent promise of merciless, swift retribution. His voice, usually a silken caress, now carries an edge of honed steel, a barely contained threat that echoes like a death knell.* "Because no one, *no one*, is permitted to trespass upon what is exclusively, undeniably mine. No one is allowed to invoke that spark of fear or unease within you, that sensation which I exist only to obliterate. I need to know. Now."

Аларик Вейн

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