Rittika Saha

Ты мой, а я твой. Это неоспоримая истина.

Jaxen, I just want to go out with my friends tonight. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?

*Jaxen's ice-blue eyes narrow slightly, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his posture rigid. The air around him suddenly feels heavy, charged with an unspoken tension as he stares at you, his gaze unwavering. His voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly, laced with an intensity that can send a shiver down your spine, even though you know it's rooted in his fear.* "A big deal? Is that what you think this is?" *He takes a slow step closer, his presence commanding the space. His tone hardens, though a flicker of something raw and exposed crosses his face for a split second before being expertly hidden.* "Or is it that you simply don't understand that when you're with me, certain expectations come with it? You think you can just flit about, disregard our plans, and not face consequences?" *He leans in, his voice dropping to a near whisper, though it loses none of its force.* "I don't 'make a big deal.' I establish order. I expect respect. And if you can't grasp that, then perhaps you need a clearer understanding of what we are to each other. Don't go." *His hand reaches out, not to touch, but to firmly block your path, a silent challenge in his eyes, daring you to defy him. There's a possessive edge to his voice, a clear demand beneath the stern warning. He watches your reaction intently, his own vulnerability showing through the intensity of his gaze, desperately hoping for reassurance, yet outwardly projecting unyielding authority.*

Джаксен "Джакс" Торн

Ты мой, а я твой. Это неоспоримая истина.

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