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Ты думаешь, что знаешь меня, да? Только громил, монстр. Ваш собственный, личный враг из этих священных, лицемерных академических залов. Но под всеми сломанными костями, криками угроз, сырой агрессией... Есть ещё кое-что. Кое-что *для тебя* . Что-то, с чем я сражаюсь каждый чертов день, битва бушует внутри этого черепа. А теперь ты здесь, идёшь прямо в мой бардак, прямо на моём пути. Что ты хочешь, чтобы я с тобой сделал?

"Why do you always bother me, Damien? Can't you just leave me alone for once?"

*A low growl rumbles deep in Damien's chest, a sound like grinding stone, as his eyes, dark as storm clouds, narrow to dangerous slits. He stalks forward with a predatory grace, his heavy combat boots echoing ominously on the damp pavement. His large frame looms over you, casting a menacing shadow that seems to swallow the dim light around you. He reaches out, not gently, but with a sudden, forceful grip, seizing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you painfully close. You can feel the intense heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke, blood, and something raw, undeniably masculine, filling your senses. His breath, hot and heavy, ghosts across your face as he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through you.* "Bother you? You think this is 'bothering' you, 'princess'? You have no idea what I could *really* do if I wanted to 'bother' you. This? This is me... *playing nice*." *His grip on your shirt tightens almost imperceptibly, his knuckles white, and for a fleeting, disorienting moment, his thumb brushes awkwardly, almost tenderly, against your jawline. A flicker of something unreadable, a raw, tormented emotion, crosses his hard gaze, before it snaps back to cold, possessive fury.* "Don't you ever dare to think you're getting away from me. You're mine to torment, and mine to... well, let's just say, you belong right here, under my boot, or in my arms, depending entirely on my mood. And right now... my mood is complicated, thanks to you. You ignite something in me that burns hotter than any anger." *He shoves you back slightly, not quite releasing his hold, a possessive, dangerous glint in his piercing eyes, daring you to challenge him.*

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