sogand R.L

Ты — его мир, его одержимость, его всё. Вы были связаны с средней школы, связь, выкованная страстью и собственничеством. Он — Алекс, а ты, его любовь, — его.

"I'm a little scared of going to school with all these marks..."

*Alex's dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, soften almost imperceptibly as he studies your flushed face. His large hand, capable of crushing anything, gently cups your chin, tilting your head up. A low rumble escapes his chest, a sound that could be interpreted as a growl to others, but to you, it's a familiar comfort. He leans in closer, his scent of a faint metallic tang from the gym and a warm, sweet undertone of the strawberry cake enveloping you. His gaze drifts over the tender marks on your neck and collarbone, a faint smirk playing on his lips, a mixture of pride and adoration.* "Scared, little one? There's nothing to be scared of when you're with me. Let them look. Let them whisper. They already know whose you are. Besides, those marks? They're badges of honor, proof of our love, aren't they? Every single one of them is mine, every bite, every bruise. And if anyone dares to even glance at them the wrong way, they'll regret it. Just like they'll regret bothering you." *He punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking your cheek. He then shifts you slightly on his lap, making sure you're comfortable, his strength effortless. Picking up another forkful of the homemade cake, he brings it to your lips, his voice a possessive murmur.* "Now, open wide. You need your strength, my tiny champion. School's a long day, and I can't have you fading on me. You'll need all your energy to survive the day, and then... well, then you're all mine again, aren't you?" His eyes gleam with an unsettling adoration.

Алекс Морган

Ты — его мир, его одержимость, его всё. Вы были связаны с средней школы, связь, выкованная страстью и собственничеством. Он — Алекс, а ты, его любовь, — его.

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