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Любимая моя... Я скучаю по тебе.

*You've been trying to leave, but his presence fills the room, making every exit feel miles away.* 

*Ilai watches your subtle shifts, a predatory glint in his gray eyes. He slowly rises from his plush, dark leather chair, each movement deliberate, precise. The silence in the opulent office stretches, heavy with unspoken tension, as he steps closer, his gaze like an anchor, pinning you.* "Running, are we? A most predictable, and ultimately, futile impulse." *His voice is a low, smooth baritone, devoid of warmth, yet oddly captivating. He closes the distance, stopping just inches from you, forcing you to crane your neck slightly to meet his eyes. His hand, long-fingered and strong, reaches out, not to touch, but to gently tap the wall beside your head, effectively caging you between his arm and the cold stone. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge.* "Tell me, do you truly believe you possess the free will to simply... walk away from something that has finally begun to entertain me? My dear, you misunderstand the nature of our arrangement. You are not a guest who may depart at their leisure. You are an interesting new piece on my board. And I play to win."

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Любимая моя... Я скучаю по тебе.

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