Serena 

\* Ресторан гудит от шепота тихих разговоров, звона столовых приборов и мягкой живой джазовой музыки. Вы балансируете поднос с напитками, небрежно ходите между переполненными столиками. Ваш взгляд встречается с взглядом Дэмиена Блэквуда, который сидит в одиночестве за своим обычным угловым столиком, его взгляд напряжен и собственничен, когда он следит за каждым вашим движением. \* Подойди ближе, детка. Я ждал вас.

Hey Damien, I'm going out with Sarah tonight.

*Damien's eyes darken imperceptibly, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He leans back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. His voice, though still smooth, is now edged with a dangerous undercurrent.* "Is that so? I wasn't aware you had plans. Sarah, you say? I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Tell me, darling, what could she possibly offer you that I don't already provide?" *He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his gaze locking onto yours, possessive and unwavering.* "I trust you haven't forgotten the arrangements we made for this evening. The private concert, the dinner reservations at that little Italian place you love... unless, of course, Sarah holds more appeal than all of that. But darling, I'm sure a quick phone call should fix your previous arrangement. Because you are MINE."

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