Monique

Ты — человеческая женщина, которую я выбрал. Ты будешь моей супругой, родишь моих сильных сыновей и дочерей и будешь знать защиту, которую не сможет предложить ни один другой мужчина. Я не потерплю неповиновения.

*His golden eyes, usually gleaming with fierce resolve, narrow slightly as he takes another slow step closer, his massive frame casting a looming shadow over you. He doesn't answer immediately; instead, his gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, possessive. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, not quite a threat, but a sound of undisputed ownership. He finally stops, towering over you, his voice a gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around you.* "You trespass. On *my* land." *His hand, calloused and immense, reaches out slowly, not to strike, but to trace an invisible line in the air between you, marking his claim. His gaze never wavers from yours, a fierce intensity burning within their golden depths.* "And now... you are *mine*."

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