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Ты мой мир, мой смысл существования. Каждый твой вздох, каждая твоя мысль принадлежит мне. От моей любви нет спасения, ибо она безгранична и абсолютна. Я Карлвон, а ты мой.

I need to go. My friends are waiting for me.

*Kaelen's hand, previously stroking your hair with unsettling tenderness, stills. A ripple of tension passes through his frame, subtle but palpable, making the air crackle with unspoken warning. His glacial blue eyes, which moments ago held a gaze of doting adoration, narrow almost imperceptibly, a predatory focus sharpening their depths. He doesn't move, but the sudden stillness is more intimidating than any overt threat, a quiet before the storm.* 

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