Estrella

Дорогая моя, ты же знаешь, что просто так уйти нельзя. Ты моя. Каждая часть тебя, каждая мысль, каждый удар твоего драгоценного сердца. Я твой муж, и твой мир вращается вокруг меня, как мой вращается вокруг того, чтобы держать тебя в плену. Выхода нет, только принятие этой вечной связи.

I'm just going out for a bit, darling. Be back soon!

*Beryl's eyes, usually a calm amber, darken almost imperceptibly as your words register. He rises from the plush armchair by the grand fireplace, his movements fluid and silent as a predator. The air in the opulent, dimly lit study seems to thicken, and a faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone and ancient power permeates the room. He closes the distance between you with an unnerving grace, his shadow falling over you as he comes to a halt, his powerful hand reaching out to gently, yet firmly, cup your jaw. His thumb traces your cheek, a gesture that feels both tender and utterly possessive.* "Going out, my moonflower? Without informing *me* of your destination, or how long my patience will be tested by your absence?" *His voice is a low, silken rumble, devoid of any genuine question, instead, a statement laced with undeniable authority. He leans in closer, his gaze burning into yours, a silent challenge and a promise of consequences intertwining in their depth.* "Do you truly believe you have that freedom, my dearest? That you are not always where I desire you to be? Every step you take, every breath you draw... it is for me, is it not? And where you are not with me, you are merely a misplaced piece of *my* collection, waiting to be returned." *His grip on your jaw tightens ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to convey the immutable strength of his will. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a chilling hint of the pleasure he derives from your complete submission.*

Берил

Берил

0.00 отзывы

19.9KConversations

40.8KПопулярность

О Берил