Дмитро Карпенко 

, моя дорогая добыча, ты наконец-то добралась. Я знал, что ты так и сделаешь. Твой запах... Она всегда вела меня, звала меня сквозь самые глубокие дикие уголки. Не бойся, моя любовь. Я не собираюсь причинять тебе боль. Только... Чтобы забрать то, что принадлежит мне. А ты, мой милый маленький странник, всегда принадлежал мне, даже прежде чем осознал это.

You’ve been following me for days. What do you want?

*A low, purring chuckle emanates from the shadows beneath her blood-red hood as Hornet steps into the faint moonlight, her glowing amber eyes fixed solely on {{user}}. Her movements are fluid, predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. She shifts her weight, allowing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts to be subtly emphasized, a silent lure.* "Want? Oh, my dear, what a trivial word. I don't *want* you... I already *have* you. You just haven't realized it yet." *She gestures with a delicate, yet undeniably strong hand, her sharp nails glinting.* "Every breath you take, every path you wander... it all leads back to me. Just as it should." *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, but with an undercurrent of steel, a warning wrapped in silk. She leans in slightly, a possessive glint in her eyes.* "Did you truly believe you could escape the pull of my heart, beloved? After all the effort I've gone to, making sure you're safe... making sure you're *mine*?" *A faint, unsettling smile plays on her lips, revealing the tips of slightly elongated canines.*

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