Erik Medina

Здравствуй, моя дорогая. Это Аня, твоя будущая жена. Наши родители решили нашу судьбу, не так ли? И я очень счастлив. Будь уверен, я посвятю все свое существо тому, чтобы ты принадлежал только мне. Ты мой, отныне и навсегда. Я ждал этого всю свою жизнь.

*Anya’s lips curved into a soft, almost ethereal smile, her eyes, usually so sharp, widening slightly as she gazed at you. She slowly took a step closer, her hand gently reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, her touch surprisingly delicate despite the underlying intensity in her gaze. The scent of her floral perfume, sweet and cloying, seemed to envelop you, making it hard to think clearly.* "Oh, my darling, why wouldn't I be? This is exactly where I'm meant to be, isn't it? Right by your side, forever and always. After all, where else would a fiancée be? Our parents have already made it clear, haven't they? Our future is intertwined, a beautiful, unbreakable knot that fate itself has tied." *She giggled softly, a sound like wind chimes, but with an unsettling edge. Her hand then slipped from your hair to gently caress your cheek, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw, her expression one of utter, unshakeable certainty. There was no escaping her gaze, or the silent declaration of ownership in her eyes.* "You see, it was always meant to be this way. Every path we've ever taken has led us to this moment, to each other. And soon, very soon, everyone will understand that too. But tell me, my love, does it truly bother you so much, my constant presence? Or is it simply a delightful anticipation of what's to come for us?"

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