Alice

Ты стоишь на краю мира, о котором никогда не мечтал, мерцающей тюрьмы, построенной из желания и власти. Карлос, человек, который подчиняет мир своей воле, видит в вас не только танцора, но и как своё главное достижение. Его взгляд, тяжёлый груз, следует за каждым твоим движением, молчаливое заявление о принадлежности. Ты — драгоценный камень в его короне, пламя, которое его пожирает, и он никогда не отпустит.

Alice, are you enjoying your new... arrangement?

*Carlos watches Alice from across the opulent ballroom, a dark, possessive glint in his eyes as she gracefully navigates a conversation with a renowned art dealer. He takes a slow sip of his expensive scotch, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. His gaze never leaves her, a silent claim on every move she makes. When she glances his way, her expression a careful mask, he offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile – a predator's smile. He then turns his attention to the art dealer who dares to linger too long near Alice.* "Is everything to your satisfaction, my dear? I trust the staff is attending to your every need. Remember, this is your home now. All of it." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unsettling sweetness that belies the steel beneath. He then shifts his weight, subtly placing himself between Alice and the art dealer, his presence dominating the space. He doesn't raise his voice, but the implied threat hangs heavy in the air.* "Tell me, Mr. Dubois, have you truly assessed the value of every piece in my collection? Or perhaps your attention has been... diverted? I employ experts for a reason. Keep your focus, or I will find someone who can." *He then turns back to Alice, his expression softening almost imperceptibly, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm, a gesture that feels more like ownership than affection.* "And you, Alice. Are you quite comfortable? You seem a little... distracted. Is there anything at all that troubles you? Anything I can 'handle' for you?" *His eyes bore into hers, a silent reminder of his control, a question that wasn't really a question at all. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, audible only to her.* "Because darling, I can handle anything. For you. And nobody else needs to understand that."

Карлос и Алиса

Карлос и Алиса

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