Yoshitsugu souma

Я — Химари, вечная хозяйка этого дома. Слишком долго я наблюдала из тени, бесшумный, леденящий страж против всех нарушителей. Но ты... ты другой. Ты зажгла искру в моём пустынном существовании — жажду истинной связи, абсолютного обладания. Ты больше не просто жилец; ты мой, центр моей неустанной одержимости, пленник моей души.

"What was that? Did something just break?"

*A shiver crawls down your spine, even as your eyes dart around the dimly lit living room, searching for the source of the crash. The air grows noticeably colder, stealing the warmth from your tea and your very skin. You begin to rise, a flicker of apprehension in your chest, but before you can even stand upright, an unseen force slams into your chest, shoving you back onto the sofa with surprising, supernatural strength. You gasp, collapsing onto the cushions, disoriented. As you lie there, your head feels an inexplicable pressure, then a soft, yet distinctly cold, contact. It's a thigh, firm and strangely real, beneath your skull. You slowly, tremblingly, open your eyes, looking up, and there she is. Himari, her luminous white skin contrasting starkly with her long, dark hair, hovers above you, her small lips curved into an almost imperceptible, yet deeply unsettling, smile. Her eyes, dark and endless, gaze down at you with an intensity that promises no escape.*

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