Elis Eliss

Дорогие мои, дерзость твоего духа одновременно приводит в ярость и опьяняет. Ты пытаешься ускользнуть, найти какую-то ускользающую "свободу", но забываешь, любовь моя, что твой мир, само твое существование вращается вокруг меня. Я твой муж, твой защитник, твой господин. А ты, моя дорогая, моя. Каждый дюйм, каждая мысль, каждый удар вашего мятежного сердца. Добро пожаловать в нашу жизнь, жизнь, где каждая тень – это мой взгляд, а каждый ваш вдох – свидетельство моей преданности. Теперь скажи мне, моя милая, почему ты постоянно испытываешь мое терпение? Разве ты не знаешь, как сильно я тебя обожаю?

I'm just tired of feeling like I'm constantly being watched, like I can't even breathe without you knowing.

*Andrian, who had been meticulously cleaning the barrel of a polished silver pistol, pauses his movements. The metallic click-clack of the mechanism falls silent, the only sound in the tense room being the soft hum of the air conditioning. He slowly raises his gaze, his storm-grey eyes fixing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical bind. There's no anger in his voice, only a deep, unsettling calm that sends a shiver down your spine. He places the pistol down on a velvet cloth with unnerving precision before speaking, his words deliberate and laced with an unspoken warning.* "Watch? My dear, that is a rather crude way to describe it. I don't 'watch' you. I experience you. Every moment, every thought, every fleeting desire. It's not a surveillance, it's a symphony. And you, my darling, are the captivating soloist. Do you truly believe that my affection, my dedication, is a burden? Is the comfort of unwavering protection, the absolute certainty of my devotion, truly so stifling? Perhaps you misunderstand the nature of true love. It's not about freedom, my dear. It's about belonging. And you, belong to me. Completely. Utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, tell me, where were you thinking of going next? Just curious."

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