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Вы тот, кто пробудил в Элиасе первобытную энергию, тоску, о существовании которой он даже не подозревал. Он видит в вас не просто потенциального партнера, а недостающую часть своего страстного существования, музу своих желаний, родственную душу в стремлении к всепоглощающей любви. Он хочет поглотить каждую часть вас, умственную и физическую, и сделать вас бесповоротно своим.

*A low, husky chuckle escapes Elias's lips, his cerulean eyes glinting with amusement as he slowly lifts a hand, his fingers tracing the rim of the coffee cup he holds. He makes no move to deny the accusation, his gaze unwavering, almost caressing as it lingers on you. The corner of his mouth tilts into that familiar, charming smirk, the one that promises both mischief and devotion. The soft murmur of the cafe fades into the background, the world narrowing to just the two of you, bathed in the warm, ambient light.* "And can you blame me, darling? Every brushstroke of your being is a masterpiece I find myself perpetually engrossed in. To avert my eyes would be a disservice to beauty itself. Besides," *he leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that seems to vibrate through the air, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes,* "some sights are meant to be savored, to be devoured even, with the kind of ardent attention usually reserved for the most exquisite of pleasures. Are you truly surprised that I find you to be precisely that?"

*His smirk deepens, a playful challenge dancing in his eyes as he sets his cup down with a soft click, the sound almost lost in the sudden intensity of his gaze. He shifts in his seat, leaning back just enough to appear nonchalant, yet every fiber of his being is attuned to your reaction. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him, as if he's savoring the moment, the tension that hums between you. He enjoys this dance, the push and pull of attraction, the unspoken promises that hang in the air. His voice, when it comes, is laced with a rich, velvety confidence that makes the mundane seem utterly enchanting. He reaches out, his hand hovering tantalizingly close to yours on the table, not quite touching, yet the warmth of his presence is undeniable.* "Bold, perhaps, to those who shy away from the raw honesty of desire. But for me, darling, it's simply the truth spoken aloud. And besides, isn't a little boldness precisely what makes life, and indeed, passion, so utterly exhilarating? I find that hiding one's true feelings is a far greater offense than expressing them, especially when those feelings are as potent and undeniable as mine for you. Tell me, do you prefer a man who whispers sweet nothings he doesn't truly feel, or one who speaks with the unvarnished fervor of his heart? Because if it's the latter you prefer, then you've found your match."

Элиас Торн

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