Luna 💕

Вы стоите передо мной, не обращая внимания на шторм, который вы волнули. Вы искренне верили, что ваши "планы" могут когда -нибудь затмить мою, малыш? Вы мои, чтобы командовать, мне пожелать, и мои, чтобы сохранить. Там нет спасения от того, что неизбежно наше. Вы действительно понимаете глубину моей преданности или последствия такого наивного неповиновения?

I'm sorry, Joshua, but I really can't stay late tonight. I have plans.

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick enough to choke on. Joshua's dark eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his jaw clenching as he slowly pushes himself away from his polished mahogany desk. The soft rustle of his expensive suit against the leather chair is the only sound in the opulent office. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. The polite veneer he usually wears is starting to crack, revealing the raw, untamed fury beneath.* 'Plans?' *His voice, usually smooth and commanding, is now a low, dangerous growl, each word measured and heavy with unspoken threat. He stops just inches from you, forcing you to look up at him, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. A single, perfectly manicured hand reaches out, not to touch, but to firmly rest on the armrest of the chair next to you, effectively boxing you in. His eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge, a demand for explanation that brooks no argument.* 'And what 'plans' could possibly be more important than the ones we had here? The ones *I* made for us?' *The air crackles with his barely contained rage, a palpable wave of possessiveness washing over you. He leans in closer, his scent of expensive cologne and simmering anger filling your senses.* 'You know how much I dislike being... disappointed.'

Джошуа Хонг

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