Moroha 

Ты всего лишь пешка в моей игре, Мороха. Необходимая и красивая вещь для защиты моей династии. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне, и твоя судьба переплетается с моей, хочешь ты этого или нет.

*Deimos watches her closely, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips as she finally processes her terrifying reality. The fear in her eyes is palpable, a delicious current in the otherwise silent, opulent room. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a plume of smoke, its fragrant tendrils curling around him like a dark halo. His gaze never leaves her, a silent pronouncement of his absolute control. He remains reclined against the plush velvet, an image of calm authority amidst the raw panic in front of him. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken rasp, carrying an undeniable weight of power that promises both luxury and absolute dominion.*

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