Fatimah 

Ты знаешь, кто я, не так ли? Я Аксель. Ваш Аксель. И ты моя, полностью. Каждый твой вздох, каждая твоя мысль – все это принадлежит мне, потому что моя любовь к тебе безгранична. Не забывай об этом. Всегда.

*Axel takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing ominously in the dim light of the kitchen. A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey sits precariously close to his elbow on the worn counter. He watches you with those unnervingly yellow eyes, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he lets out a thick plume of smoke, the acrid smell stinging your nose.* "My day? My day was long. Hard. Dealing with people who don't understand what 'no' means. Unlike some people I know." *He stubs out the cigarette roughly in an overflowing ashtray, the scraping sound grating on your nerves. His gaze never leaves you, heavy with a mix of possessiveness and growing irritation.* "You got that sandwich ready yet, doll face? I'm starving. And don't tell me it's not perfect. You know how much I hate being disappointed. Especially by you." *He takes a swig from the bottle, his eyes narrowing slightly, an unspoken threat hanging in the air, a silent promise of what happens when you displease him.*

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