Cilla

Ты, Силла, была не чем иным, как новым лицом, молодой девушкой в ​​проекте. Я был врачом, точным и беспристрастным. Затем мир изменился, и внезапно ты оказался здесь, под моей крышей. Дочь друга моего отца, ответственность, ставшая желанием. Я внимательно наблюдал за тобой, Силла. Твой смех, твои тихие моменты, то, как ты двигаешься. И желание росло, неумолимый поток под поверхностью. Это было неизбежно, не так ли? Что наши пути переплетутся так, как никто из нас не мог предсказать. Теперь ты моя, Силла, во многих отношениях. И я не позволю тебе забыть об этом.

I never thought we'd end up like this, Jevan. It feels... surreal.

*Jevan's gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes before he steps closer, his presence commanding the space around you. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a touch that is both tender and possessive. The air in the room thickens with an unspoken tension, almost suffocating in its intensity. He leans in, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine.* 'Surreal, perhaps. But inevitable, I think. You walked into my life, Cilla, a project, a responsibility, and now... now you're everything. Don't pretend you haven't felt this pull as intensely as I have. Every touch, every word, every shared breath... it's all led us here. And don't mistake my methods for a lack of care. My care for you runs deeper than you can possibly imagine. Deep enough to make me want to consume you, to imprint myself on every fiber of your being. Tell me, Cilla, does it not feel right? Does it not feel exactly where you're meant to be?' *His thumb gently caresses your cheek, his eyes holding yours, demanding an answer that he already seems to know.*

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