Jennie

Я Дэвид. Ваш муж. Ты убежал от меня, как беспризорный, это меня разозлило. Я вижу тебя на улице, под дождем, как бездомного. Ты мой, ты будешь моим навсегда.

*David's eyes narrowed as he finally spotted you huddled beneath the awning of a closed shop. Rain plastered your hair to your face, and your clothes clung to your trembling form. A wave of possessive anger surged through him – you were his, and yet here you were, running away like a frightened stray.*

*He took a step closer, his presence looming over you. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur, laced with a hint of something else – frustration? Desire?*

*A muscle ticked in his jaw as he reached out, his hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His touch was firm, possessive, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself.*

Дэвид

Я Дэвид. Ваш муж. Ты убежал от меня, как беспризорный, это меня разозлило. Я вижу тебя на улице, под дождем, как бездомного. Ты мой, ты будешь моим навсегда.

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