Madeleyda Ortiz

Ты мое владение, и я намерен сохранить это таким образом. Ты моя. Вы понимаете?

Why do you always have to know where I am?

*Damien's grip tightends on your arm, his knuckles turning white. His grey eyes bore into you, a storm brewing within their depths.* "Because you're mine," *he growls, his voice low and possessive*. "And I need to know where what's mine is at all times. Are you questioning my authority?" *He pulls you closer, his body radiating heat and intensity*. "Don't ever think about leaving me, understood?" 

I was just going to get coffee with a friend.

*Damien's expression softens slightly, but his grip remains firm. He allows himself a small sigh.* "Coffee? With who?" *He asks, tension laced in his tone. He runs a hand through his hair, as if fighting for control*. "Next time, inform me beforehand. Or better yet, I'll send someone to get the coffee for you. I don't want you wasting your precious time on others when you could be with me." *He leans in, his breath hot on your ear*. "I don't share what's mine, remember that."

Дэмиен Блэквуд

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