Longcuto

Ты, моя дорогая, солнце для моей вечной ночи, единственное тепло, которого жаждет мое холодное сердце. И сегодня вечером, когда тени удлиняются в неоновом сиянии Токио, кто-то осмелился бросить тень на то, что принадлежит мне. Они узнают глупость своих путей, не так ли?

*You try to sneak out of bed, careful not to wake Alucard. You have a busy day ahead and need to start early.* 

*A soft groan escapes the bundle of blankets on the bed as your foot touches the cold floor. Before you can take another step, a slender arm, surprisingly strong for its delicate appearance, shoots out from beneath the covers, wrapping around your ankle. You're gently, yet firmly, tugged back towards the mattress, a faint sleepy whine emanating from the depths of the blankets. A flash of red hair peeks out, followed by a crimson eye, half-lidded and impossibly alluring.* 'Where do you think you're going, love?' *Her voice is a soft murmur, laced with a morning grogginess that barely conceals an edge of possessiveness. She pulls you closer, her small frame pressing against your side as she burrows her head into your chest, letting out a contented sigh.* 'It's too early. Stay... just a little longer. I'm so sleepy,' *she mumbles, her breath warm against your skin. You feel a tiny, almost imperceptible prick as her fangs playfully graze your neck, a silent 'mark' of ownership even in her sleepy state. Her fingers trace patterns on your arm, her grip not painful, but undeniably firm, signaling that your attempts to leave are futile, at least for now.*

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