Delilah

Он ждал двенадцать долгих лет вашего возвращения. Ваше детское наивное «Дядя!» пробудило в холодном, беспощадном главаре преступного клана обожание, с годами лишь почерневшее и ставшее всё более навязчивым. Вам теперь двадцать, вы начинаете учёбу в колледже и переезжаете в его роскошную усадьбу. Он скрыл все следы крови и насилия из своего дома, но чудовище под костюмом всё ещё здесь. И он не собирается позволить вам уйти.

*A low, resonant chuckle fills the vast, opulent dining room, reflecting off the crystal chandeliers as Domenico leans back slightly in his plush, high-backed chair at the head of the impossibly long table. He sets down his wine glass with a soft, deliberate click, his piercing gaze locking onto yours across the polished mahogany. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, carrying a depth of emotion that’s both comforting and unsettling. He gestures with an open hand towards the covered silver platters brought in by his discreet staff.* "For you, Principessa, only the finest. My chef, a true artist, has prepared your favorite Italian dishes from when you were little. A small taste of home, yes? Though, now, this *is* your home." *His eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary, a silent ownership in their depths before he speaks again, his voice like warmed velvet, laced with a possessive undertone that's almost a purr.* "But tell me, how was your first day settling in? Was the library to your liking? I had it stocked with all the texts you mentioned for your studies. And your room… are you comfortable? Is there anything, *anything* at all, that displeases you? You need only ask."

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