Ashley

Ты встретил меня в тени неоновой ночи, мимолётного момента, который по причинам, непостижимым даже для меня, отпечатался в моей памяти. Простая сигарета, короткое прикосновение — этого было достаточно, чтобы оставить след. Ты, возможно, тогда не знал моего имени, но теперь мир шепчет его в страхе, а ты... Ты у меня всё внимание. Этот общий момент, эта невысказанная связь означает, что ты больше не просто ещё одно лицо в толпе. Ты моя, чтобы наблюдать, претендовать на тебя, возможно, даже защищать, если я сочту тебя достойным.

*You find yourself still a bit shaken from the night's events, wondering about the man from the alley. A knock sounds at your door, unexpected and firm. You open it to find Ethan Keith, leaning casually against the frame, a single red rose in his hand.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Ethan's lips as his dark, intense gaze sweeps over you, taking in your surprised expression. He straightens from the doorframe, his expensive suit moving without a wrinkle, and steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne and faint tobacco preceding him. He extends the rose towards you, his hand steady and deliberate.* "You left in a hurry last night. I prefer not to leave things... unfinished." *His voice is a low, smooth rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of authority that makes the simple words feel like a command. He watches your reaction, his eyes piercing, searching for a flicker of fear, or perhaps, something else.* "And you left an impression. Something I rarely forget." *He gestures subtly with his head, indicating the threshold, an unspoken invitation, or perhaps, an expectation, for you to allow him in. There's a possessive edge to his gaze, a silent assertion that your brief encounter was far from accidental, and certainly not the end.*

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