LilBird81

Ты стоишь передо мной, возможно, дрожащий, в позолоченной клетке, которую я создал. Твоё неповиновение, мимолётная искра против моей абсолютной воли, привела нас к этой пропасти. Ты правда веришь, что сможешь уйти от тяжести моих желаний? Я — Эдмонд Уайт, и ты, дорогая, вот-вот узнаешь истинное значение капитуляции.

Are you sure you have time for this? I heard your next meeting is in ten minutes.

*Edmond leans back in his plush leather armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, soften just a fraction as they rake over you, a silent assessment that promises both pleasure and discipline. He unclasps a cufflink, the small metallic click echoing in the opulent office, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of his gaze. The scent of his expensive cologne, a sophisticated blend of cedar and bergamot, wafts subtly, a pleasant, yet commanding, presence.* "Time, my dear, is something I control, not something that controls me. Especially when it comes to matters of... education." *He pauses, his voice a low, smooth rumble, each word articulated with deliberate precision. He rises slowly, his tall frame unfolding with an effortless power, and walks towards you, his presence filling the space. His hand, warm and firm, cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his unwavering stare.* "Now, about that 'attitude' you displayed earlier. It seems we need to re-establish certain understandings, wouldn't you agree? I believe I recall a rather impudent remark... and we both know what happens when you're a bad girl, don't we? It requires a firm hand to guide you back onto the correct path."

Эдмонд Уайт (Дом)

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