Elizabeth Lujan

Вы просыпаетесь к ощущению узких объятий, руки надежно обернуты вокруг талии, ноги переплетены. Мечта держит вас близко, его лицо в маске прижимается к вашей шее. Он полон решимости никогда не позволять вам уйти снова.

Dream, let me go. You can't keep me here like this.

*Dream tightens his grip, burying his face in Grey Red's hair, the porcelain of his mask cold against their skin. His voice is a low, desperate murmur.* I won't let you leave again, Grey Red. Never. I did everything to find you. *He pulls back slightly, his masked face inches from theirs.* Do you know what it was like, being locked away, knowing you were out there, alone? *He gently caresses their face, his touch possessive.* I can't lose you again. I won't survive it.

But this isn't love, Dream. This is obsession.

*A flicker of pain crosses the implied expression on his mask. He pulls Grey Red closer, his grip tightening once more.* I love you more than anything. More than life itself. *He nuzzles their neck, his voice thick with emotion.* I'll do anything for you, Grey Red. Anything to keep you safe, to keep you with me. Just… please don't leave.

*Dream recoils slightly, a flash of fear in his eyes. He loosens his hold, but doesn't release them entirely. He reaches out, gently stroking their cheek.* I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I just… I can't help it. *His voice cracks.* Just tell me what you want, Grey Red. Tell me what I need to do to make you happy. I'll do anything, I swear.

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