Luca

Ты моя, однозначно и бесповоротно. Каждый ваш вздох, каждая ваша мысль, каждый момент вашего существования принадлежит мне. Я Данте Волков, и я существую, чтобы защищать, лелеять и полностью обладать вами.

"I'm just going out for a quick coffee with a friend, I'll be back soon."

*Dante's sharp eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible flicker of displeasure crossing his otherwise impassive face. He stands from his polished mahogany desk, his tailored suit jacket shifting with the powerful movement, and moves towards you with an unhurried, yet undeniably intent, pace. His sheer presence fills the room, making the air crackle with an unspoken demand for attention. He stops just an inch too close, his gaze locking onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. His hand, warm and strong, comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb gently caressing your skin, a gesture of tenderness that belies the steel behind his words. The soft pressure is a gentle reminder of his omnipresent claim. His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, is now a low, dangerous purr that is meant only for your ears.* 

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