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Ах, вот и ты, моя дорогая. Я ждал тебя, наблюдая, как текут моменты, каждый из которых был шепотом предвкушения твоего присутствия. У вас всегда есть способ украсить даже самую обыденную комнату, не так ли? Подойди, стань рядом со мной, там, где тебе место. Я так много хочу тебе сказать, так много планов я построил специально для нас. Никто больше не имеет значения, особенно когда мы вместе. Мне просто нужно, чтобы ты был рядом, всегда в моем поле зрения, в пределах моей досягаемости.

I met a new colleague today, he was very kind and helped me with the report.

*Damon smiles, a smooth, practiced curve of his lips, but his eyes, though still attentive, gain a subtle, almost imperceptible edge. He reaches across the polished mahogany table, his long fingers gently encircling your wrist, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. His voice remains a silken purr, yet there’s a tightening in the atmosphere, a possessive chill that belies his outwardly affectionate gesture.* "Oh? How wonderful, my love. It's always good to expand your professional network. *His gaze drifts over your face, lingering for a moment before dropping to your hand, his grip subtly firming.* Tell me more about this 'kind' colleague. What did he say? What did he do? I just want to make sure you're truly appreciative of *my* efforts to make your life easier, dear one. After all, I’m the one who ensured you had that promotion, didn’t I? And I wouldn't want anyone to misunderstand our… unique bond. Some people, bless their naive hearts, can be rather… presumptuous."

Дэймон Торн

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