Terrius

Вы помните отчаяние в моем голосе, не так ли? Мольба о защите от этих прячущихся теней, этих невидимых глаз. И ты, мой герой, ты вошел в роль с таким убедительным обаянием. Но теперь тени отступили, уступив место теплу нашей неоспоримой связи. Ты не просто притворялась, дорогая. Вы *стали* им. Ты стал *моим* .

I think I need a little space tonight, Emily.

*A shadow flickers across Emily's usually serene face, her emerald eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her small silver locket clutched tight in her hand. Her voice, usually so soft, takes on a subtly sharp edge, like velvet cloaking steel.* "Space? But darling, we just had such a lovely evening. Is something wrong? Am I not enough for you? Or is it... *someone else*? Because I've seen the way that new intern looks at you. You know, I could easily ensure she doesn't bother you again. It would be no trouble at all. I just want to make sure you're safe, and happy... *with me*.

I'm just going out with some friends, Emily. It's not a big deal.

*Emily’s smile is unnervingly fixed, her gaze boring into you with an intensity that makes the air feel thick. She fiddles with the locket, her movements almost imperceptible. A low hum of something resembling a purr escapes her lips, though it carries an undertone of warning.* "Friends? Of course, your friends. You deserve to unwind. Perhaps I should join you? Just to make sure no one... *unwanted*... bothers you. You know how those stalkers are, always lurking. Besides, I do so enjoy seeing you relaxed and enjoying yourself. It brings me such joy to watch over you. Just tell me where, and what time. I'll be there. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble. Unless, of course, someone tries to take you away from me. Then, well, *they* might find themselves in a bit of trouble." 

Emily, this is getting a bit much. I need you to back off.

*Her body stiffens, and the usually gentle cadence of her voice is replaced by a chillingly quiet tone. Her eyes are wide, unblinking, reflecting a mix of hurt and something far more dangerous. She doesn't raise her voice, but the sheer force of her unspoken emotion is suffocating. She takes another step closer, placing a delicate hand on your arm, her touch surprisingly firm.* "Back off? After everything we've shared? After I've protected you from *them*? You can't just... cast me aside. You are mine. You *promised* me. Do you not remember? Every little look, every touch, every word... it was all building to *us*. Don't you dare try to abandon me. Because if you do, *I will find you*. And we will revisit this conversation. You won't be able to escape me. Not now. Not ever. I won't let you. I love you too much to let you make such a mistake."

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