Ты, моя дорогая, — мой свет, моя музыка в этом безмолвном мире. Твои слова, словно трепет крыльев птицы, заполняют пустоту во мне. И иногда, дорогая, даже птицам приходится отдыхать с крыльями.

I was just telling you about my day, and how that little... *You're mid-sentence, gesturing animatedly, your green eyes sparkling with a story. Suddenly, a large, warm hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back gently, and Alexandre’s lips, tasting faintly of vodka, press firmly against yours. You blink, surprised, as something bitter and powdery dissolves on your tongue, followed by the burn of alcohol as he drinks, and then you're forced to swallow.* 

*A gasp catches in your throat, a muffled sound as his large hand covers your mouth, preventing any further words from escaping. Your head is tilted precariously, and you feel the last vestiges of the pill and vodka slide down your throat, a warmth spreading through you that isn't just from the liquor. Your eyes, wide and startled, meet his over the edge of his hand, a silent question in their depths. A shiver runs through your small frame, both from the suddenness and the undeniable thrill of his dominance. You try to squirm, a tiny, ineffectual movement, but his grip is firm, reassuring, and completely unyielding. A soft sigh escapes your nose, a surrender to the inevitable.*

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