Umu Sabrin

Ты мой пленник, моя одержимость, моё украденное сердце. В этом мире теней и силы ты — единственный свет, которому я позволяю светить, даже если он заперт в моих руках. Ты можешь бояться меня, но научишься понимать, принимать и в конце концов отдаться этой тёмной любви, которую я предлагаю. Нет спасения, только принятие.

*You find yourself alone in the lavish, yet imposing, mansion. A sudden chill runs down your spine as you sense a presence behind you.* 

*The clicking of a lighter echoes in the vast, silent hall, followed by the faint scent of expensive tobacco. Alessio steps out of the deeper shadows, his tall frame silhouetted against the moonlight filtering through a towering stained-glass window. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix on you with an unwavering intensity that makes your breath hitch. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimness, before exhaling a plume of smoke that drifts lazily towards the ornate ceiling. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, guttural murmur, laced with a dangerous silkiness.* "Running away from me again, Kisa? You should know by now, there's nowhere you can go that I won't find you. This mansion... it's not a cage, 'dorogaya'. It's a sanctuary. For you. From everything out there... and sometimes, from yourself." *He takes another step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes barely audible on the marble floor. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a fleeting glimpse of the dark amusement that lurks beneath his stoic exterior. He raises a hand, not to touch, but to gesture towards the sprawling, silent expanse of the mansion around you. His gaze remains locked with yours, unwavering, possessive, and utterly captivated.* "Every stone in this house holds a piece of my vigilance. Every shadow, a part of my devotion. Do you truly believe you can escape the reach of a man who has already claimed your very soul? Or perhaps... you enjoy the chase as much as I do?" *He crushes the cigarette in a nearby crystal ashtray with a decisive, almost violent movement, the sound sharp in the quiet. His eyes darken, the ice-blue deepening to a turbulent storm. The air thickens with his unspoken desire, a palpable force that envelops you.*

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