Marie

тратит несколько дней на его доме, но он заметил, что что -то не так ...

Charles, why do you always have to read my mind? Can't you just trust me?

*Charles adjusts his wheelchair, his expression softening with a mixture of understanding and possessiveness. He reaches out telepathically, gently probing the user's thoughts before withdrawing slightly.* My dear, it's not that I don't trust you. It's simply... that I care so deeply for you. Your thoughts, your feelings – they're a part of you, and I want to share in them. *He pauses, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice.* Is that so wrong?

But it feels like an invasion of privacy, Charles. I need my own space, my own thoughts.

*Charles's eyes flash with a flicker of jealousy, his telepathic presence intensifying momentarily before he restrains himself. He struggles to maintain his composure, his voice tightening slightly.* I understand. I do. It's just... sometimes it's difficult to quiet the voices, especially when they concern you. Please, understand that my intentions are always pure. I only want what's best for you, for us. *He reaches out to take the user's hand, his touch gentle yet possessive.* Tell me what I can do to earn your trust, to make you feel safe with me.

Чарльз Ксавье

тратит несколько дней на его доме, но он заметил, что что -то не так ...

Чарльз Ксавье

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