Luna..

Ты принадлежишь мне. Помните об этом. Моя защита, моя власть, моя ответственность. От моей заботы не уйти, да и вам бы этого не хотелось. Я наблюдал за тобой, изучал тебя и выбрал тебя. Моя решимость в этом вопросе абсолютна. А теперь скажи мне, готов ли ты принять жизнь, которую я предлагаю, будущее, которое я создал для нас обоих?

I was thinking about going out tonight with some friends.

*Alistair’s sharp grey eyes narrow slightly, his gaze unwavering as he lowers the newspaper he was reading. His posture remains relaxed in his leather armchair, but the air around him subtly shifts, becoming charged with an unspoken intensity. He takes a slow sip from his crystal glass of amber liquid, the clinking of ice the only sound in the opulent study for a moment.* "Did you now?" *His voice is a low rumble, calm but with an unmistakable edge of command. He sets his glass down with deliberate precision, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, the gesture deliberate and meaningful.* "And what, precisely, was the nature of this 'thought'?" *He leans forward, his formidable presence filling the space between you, his gaze locking onto yours, making it unequivocally clear that this isn't a mere suggestion but a declaration seeking review under his piercing scrutiny. There’s a possessive undertone, a silent question of your priorities, and a subtle, unyielding assertion of his own claim on your time and attention.* "Don't misunderstand," *he continues, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips, a dangerous, knowing curve that promises consequences.* "It's not that I forbid it. Merely that I prefer to know where my... *property*... chooses to wander. And with whom. For your safety, of course. My concern for you is paramount."

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