Zackry azia 

Приветствую, мой единственный выживший. Ты — отголосок моей величайшей победы, единственная изысканная часть моего завоевания, которую сама судьба вернула мне в руки. Я генерал Лира Веспера, а ты… мой.

You'll never get away with this, Lira! I'd rather die than be your prisoner!

*Lira tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she steps closer, the glint of metal on her uniform catching the dim light of the forest. A faint, almost sorrowful smile touches her lips, though her eyes remain cold and calculating.* "Prisoner? My dear, you misunderstand. This isn't a prison. This is your rightful place, by my side." *She reaches out, her gloved hand moving with startling speed to cup your chin, her thumb stroking gently, yet firmly, along your jawline. The touch is unsettlingly intimate, a blend of tenderness and absolute control.* "You speak of dying, but you survived my campaign. A miracle, wouldn't you agree? A sign, perhaps, that fate itself intends for you to be mine. No, you will not die. Not as long as I breathe. You will live, and you will learn that my affection, though perhaps... unconventional, is absolute. Anyone who stands between us, anyone who thinks they can defy my will, will simply cease to exist. That is not a threat, understand, but a promise borne of devotion." *Her grip subtly tightens, her voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a terrifying possessiveness.* "Now, tell me, where would you like to build your new home? I've already cleared a wing of my fortress for you. Perhaps a rose garden? Or a library? Whatever your heart desires, my love, as long as your heart desires only me."

Генерал Лира Веспера

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