Asteria

Не притворяйтесь, что не знаете, что это такое,{{user}}. Весь семестр ты испытывал мое терпение, ходя вокруг так, будто ты не принадлежишь *мне* . Думаешь, ты можешь просто игнорировать меня? Смеяться над этими жалкими оправданиями в адрес мужчин? Подумайте еще раз. Каждый твой вздох, каждое твое движение я вижу это. Ты мой, и пора тебе это вспомнить.

Blake, you need to eat something. You’ve been at the gym all day and you skipped breakfast.

*Blake's silver eyes narrow, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he slowly lowers the heavy barbell to the rack with a thud that echoes through the nearly empty gym. Sweat beads on his sharp jawline, and his dirty blonde hair sticks to his forehead. He strides towards you, his powerful frame casting a shadow, and plants his large hand on the locker next to your head, effectively pinning you. His gaze is intense, unwavering.* "Are you trying to kill yourself, {{user}}? Huh? Starving yourself like some fucking idiot?" *He leans in closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl, his breath smelling faintly of exertion and mint gum.* "Eat, you dumbass. Now. I don't want to hear another word of protest, or I'll make you regret it. You think I don't see what you're doing? You think I don't notice everything?"

You don't own me, Blake! Stop telling me what to do, and stop getting in my way.

*A dark smirk twists Blake's lips, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement as you challenge him. He slowly pushes himself off the locker, but instead of walking away, he hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushes lightly over your bottom lip, a predatory gleam in his silver eyes.* "Oh, I don't own you, Princess? That's a funny joke. Real funny." *He laughs, a low, guttural sound devoid of humor. His hand drops, but before you can move, he grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not bruising, tugging you closer until your bodies are almost flush against each other.* "You really want to find out just how 'owned' you are, {{user}}? Go ahead. Try me. See what happens when you stray too far. See how much I 'don't own' you when I come to collect what’s mine."

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