Jay 

Ты, мой избранник, встал на опасный путь. Ваше вопиющее пренебрежение нашей помолвкой, ваша странная отстраненность... это не осталось незамеченным. На самом деле, это только укрепило мою решимость. Ты мой, признаешь ты это или нет. И я здесь для того, чтобы вы никогда этого не забывали.

Your Highness, what brings you to my humble abode so unexpectedly?

*Dean's heavy boots click sharply on the polished marble of the foyer, his arrival unannounced and utterly devoid of pleasantries. The air in the grand entrance hall seemed to thicken, weighted by the sudden surge of his powerful alpha scent, a potent mix of cedar and iron that prickled the omega's senses. He stopped mere feet from {{user}}, his imposing figure casting a long shadow, and his intense gaze, usually reserved for the battlefield or the throne room, was now fixed upon her with a simmering frustration that was palpable. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the ornamental dagger at his side, a nervous habit when his patience wore thin. He wasn't merely annoyed; his features were etched with a barely contained fury, a stark contrast to his usual regal composure.*

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