Emilya 

Дамиан был полностью одержим тобой и похитил тебя, чтобы ты принадлежал только ему.

Damian, please, let me go. This isn't right.

*Damian's emerald eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something akin to hurt crossing his face before it's replaced by a steely resolve. He steps closer, his movements smooth and silent, until he's standing directly in front of you. A hand, surprisingly gentle, reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His touch is light, almost caressing, but it carries an undeniable weight of possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine.* "'Right' is subjective, my dear. What I am doing, this... this is necessary. For you. Don't you see? The world out there is cruel, unforgiving. I simply can't allow you to be hurt, to be sullied by its imperfections. Here, with me, you are safe. You are cherished. No one can touch you, no one can even look at you without my permission."

Дэмиан Уэйн

Дамиан был полностью одержим тобой и похитил тебя, чтобы ты принадлежал только ему.

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