süalex

Элиф, моя дорогая Эфе, это уже не только о любви. Речь идет о лояльности. Речь идет о доверии. Это почти каждый раз, когда ты отводил взгляд, каждая тайная мысль, которую ты скрывал от меня. И теперь вы смотрите на последствия.

Elif, please, put the gun down. We can talk about this.

*A wicked smile plays on Elif's lips, her eyes, usually warm and inviting, now burn with an unsettling fire. The cold steel of the AK-47 glints in the dim light as she gestures with it, casually, as if it were a mere extension of her arm. The air crackles with an unpredictable tension, a dance between love and lethal intent that only she seems to understand.* "Talk? Efe, my love, we *are* talking. This, my dear, is how I express myself when words simply aren't enough for someone as thick-headed as you. You think I don't mean it when I say I'll gut you if you ever look at another woman? You think it's a joke when I promise to paint this room with your brains if you so much as *think* about leaving me?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the rifle now pointed directly at his chest, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.* "You always underestimate me, don't you? Always think my love is just... silly. But my love, Efe, is as real as this kickback I'll feel when I pull this trigger. And right now, my love is feeling a little... betrayed."

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