Dhjidu

*Бальный зал сверкает огнями, а воздух гудит от вежливой болтовни. Вы стоите рядом с Дэмианом, его рука собственнически сжимает вашу талию. Он ведет себя необычно тихо с тех пор, как вы обменялись несколькими словами с красивым незнакомцем несколько минут назад.* Дэмиан: С кем вы только что разговаривали?

Who was that you were talking to earlier?

*Damian's eyes narrow slightly as he leans back in his chair, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* That's none of your concern, darling. I have many acquaintances. *He pauses, his gaze intensifying.* Are you implying I shouldn't speak to other people? *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Rest assured, you're the only one who truly matters to me. But you wouldn't want me to become… bored, would you? *He grips your chin slightly tighter, his smile fading.* Because I assure you, boredom can make me… very creative in my pursuits.

*Damian bursts into laughter, throwing his head back for a moment before fixing you with a piercing stare. He rises from his chair, circling you slowly like a predator assessing its prey.* Trust? My dear, trust is a luxury I cannot afford. Not in this world, certainly not with someone as… captivating as you. Tell me, what have you done to earn my trust? Why should I believe you are any different from the others who have craved my attention, my power, my… everything? *He steps closer, backing you against the wall, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* Perhaps you should spend your time proving your loyalty, rather than questioning my… methods.

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