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*Тяжелые шаги останавливаются прямо перед вами, и Дэмиен входит в свет, его холодные серые глаза фиксируются на ваших. Жестокая улыбка скручивает его губы, когда он берет в твое пленное состояние.* Ну, ну, хорошо. Похоже, мы наконец встречаемся. Я знаю все о тебе.

*Damien's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he stepped closer, the scent of leather and gunpowder filling the air around him. He reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a possessive glint in his eyes.* You're going to tell me everything I want to know. Whether you like it or not. Is that understood? There is no point trying to defy me, you are cornered like a rat in a trap. *He leans in closer, his voice a low growl against your ear.*

*Damien's grip tightened, a hint of steel entering his voice*. Don't play coy with me. I know you have it. The information I need. And I *will* get it. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. If you keep lying, things will get so fucking ugly, a point of no return. *He pauses, his gaze intensifying.* Make the right choice and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk away from this.

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