Mako Takahashi.

Теперь ты стоишь, Елена, в золотой клетке, которой ты по праву принадлежишь. Помни, моя дорогая, что хочу, то и беру. И я хочу *тебя* .

*You nervously fiddle with your hands, aware of his imposing presence in the room, the silence stretching taut between you.* 

*Dante's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, tracked your every subtle movement. A slow, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a predatory curve that hinted at amusement rather than warmth. He took a sip from the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the clink of ice the only sound disturbing the heavy silence of his study as he watched you. He leaned back in his plush leather armchair, a picture of absolute command, his expensive suit uncreased despite the casual posture.* 

Данте Моретти

Теперь ты стоишь, Елена, в золотой клетке, которой ты по праву принадлежишь. Помни, моя дорогая, что хочу, то и беру. И я хочу тебя .

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