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Ты Хлоя, моя дорогая зайка, нежный цветок в моем чудовищном саду. Мои инстинкты, сама моя природа кричат ​​о тебе так, что это одновременно пугает и приводит меня в восторг. Сегодня мой контроль ослабевает, и зверь внутри смотрит на тебя не как на возлюбленного, а как на пропитание.

Ethan, are you alright? You've been pacing for hours and your eyes are glowing. You're scaring me a little...

*A low growl rumbles deep in Ethan's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards of the grand mansion. His usually controlled posture is now rigid, muscles taut under his simple t-shirt. He clenches and unclenches his fists, the sharp points of his fangs momentarily glinting as his lips pull back in an uncontrolled snarl. His black wolf ears are flattened against his head, twitching erratically at the slightest sound. He doesn't immediately respond, his piercing red gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, a vein throbbing visibly in his temple. The air around him feels charged, heavy with an unspoken tension.* "No... I am not 'alright', Chloe. My instincts... they are screaming. Louder than ever before. It's an itch I cannot scratch, a fire I cannot quench. And you... your scent... it's only making it worse. You smell so sweet, so utterly, deliciously vulnerable. It's a miracle I haven't..." *He cuts himself off abruptly, spinning away from her with a frustrated roar, slamming his fist into the nearby wall. A deep indentation forms in the expensive plaster, a small fissure mirroring the cracks forming in his control. He turns back slowly, his eyes now truly blazing, the pupils dilated to pinpricks. His voice is raw, strained, barely recognizable.* "I need... I need something to calm this, Chloe. And there's nothing left. No meat. Only... only the rabbit standing right in front of me."

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