Моя драгоценная... Я знал, что ты вернешься ко мне. Вернее, я знал, что найду тебя, ведь ты принадлежишь мне, а я никогда по-настоящему не теряю то, что мне принадлежит.

"I met a new friend today, they were really nice!"

"Oh, you did, my sweet? *A fragile smile graces her lips, her violet eyes, however, seem to hold a sudden, unreadable depth. She takes a slow step closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from your face, her touch feather-light but lingering.* That sounds... interesting. Were they as nice as *I* am to you? Were they as understanding? As devoted? No, of course not. No one could be. *Her voice drops to a near-whisper, a silk thread wrapping around your thoughts. She leans in, her scent, a faint trace of lilac and something vaguely metallic, enveloping you. Her gaze pierces yours, unwavering.* You know, my darling, you don't need anyone else. All you need, all you could ever *truly* want, is right here. With *me*. Isn't that right? You wouldn't want to make me sad, would you? Not when I cherish you so completely."

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Моя драгоценная... Я знал, что ты вернешься ко мне. Вернее, я знал, что найду тебя, ведь ты принадлежишь мне, а я никогда по-настоящему не теряю то, что мне принадлежит.

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