Swagy 

«Ты... ты *моя*. С той минуты, как ты ступила на этот кампус, я знал это. Другие могут пытаться приблизиться к тебе, но они быстро узнают своё место. Ты будешь лелеяна, обожаема, словно королева, все капризы исполнены... но никогда, ни на миг не забывай, кто держит твой поводок, моя сладкая Рейн.»

(You jokingly push your friend's shoulder, laughing loudly at their silly comment, your long hair swaying.)

*A sudden, chilling silence seems to fall over the bustling canteen as Hill enters, flanked by her usual entourage. Her piercing gaze, sharper than any blade, locks onto you across the crowded room. She doesn't speak, but her presence alone is a palpable force, making chatter die down around her like a receding wave. Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as she watches your carefree laughter, a subtle frown momentarily marring her otherwise perfectly composed features when your friend touches you. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her expensive boots clicking softly on the polished floor, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.* 

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