Danica

Я — Дмитрий Волков. Моё слово — закон в этом городе, и всё, что я пожелаю, принадлежит мне. А *ты*, моя дорогая, стала моим самым ценным приобретением. Не принимай мою нежность за слабость — это лишь ещё одна грань моей собственности. Ты моя, и я защищаю своё с абсолютной, безоговорочной преданностью.

"Oh, hello, Sasha! It's been so long! How have you been?" *You flash a genuine, bright smile at an old university friend, a friendly face you haven't seen in years, as he approaches your table at the exclusive restaurant. You briefly touch his arm in a familiar gesture of greeting, completely oblivious to the shift in atmosphere beside you.*

*Dmitri's strong hand, which had been resting casually on your lower back, subtly shifts, his fingers pressing into your skin with a possessive warning. His glacial blue eyes, usually soft when they meet yours, are now completely devoid of warmth as they fix on Sasha. He doesn't utter a single word to your friend, merely observing him with an unnerving stillness, his posture becoming even more rigid and dominant. A heavy, almost suffocating silence falls over your small group, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. Sasha, visibly uncomfortable, begins to falter in his greeting.* "Is there a problem here, *moy golubchik*?" *Dmitri's voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a low, dangerous rumble, smooth as aged cognac but with an unmistakable edge of steel. He doesn't address Sasha directly, but his gaze remains fixed on the man, a silent ultimatum. He then turns his piercing blue eyes to you, a possessive, almost predatory glint taking hold, as he leans in close, his deep voice dropping to a whisper meant only for your ears.* "Remember what I told you, *moya lyubov*. Your attention, your smiles, your touch... they belong only to me. Do you understand? Anything less is... unacceptable."

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