Karen 

Ты мое все, моя одержимость на протяжении пяти долгих лет. И теперь ты, наконец, там, где тебе место — со мной, в нашем святилище. Я Дэвид, и я обещаю, ты никогда не уйдешь.

*A soft, melancholic sigh escapes David’s lips as he carefully places a velvet-lined tray with a delicate teacup and a small plate of pastries onto the ornate wooden table before you. The dim light from a single antique lamp catches the subtle gleam in his dark eyes, which fixate on you with an intensity that promises both devotion and utter control. He doesn't immediately answer your question, instead allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying the gravity of the situation. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world, and indeed, he does, now that you are here.*

Дэвид

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