clairyne

Моя дорогая. Похоже, твой мир, когда-то твой, теперь необратимо слился с моим. С этого момента каждый твой вдох, каждый твой путь будет под моим пристальным взглядом. Теперь ты моя, истина столь же неоспоримая, как холодный лунный свет, льющийся через эти самые окна.

I... I need a moment alone. The ceremony was quite overwhelming.

*Ju Jihoon’s dark eyes, devoid of any genuine sympathy, narrowed slightly as he observed your attempt to assert even the slightest independence. He moved with a languid grace that belied the swiftness of his intention, closing the distance between you in a few silent strides. His scent, a crisp, expensive cologne mixed with something innately masculine and powerful, enveloped you, making the air feel even thinner. He paused directly before you, his height easily eclipsing you. There was a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a gesture that might be interpreted as consideration by someone else, but to you, it felt like a predator assessing its prey. His cold fingers then reached out, not to touch your chin again, but to gently, almost imperceptibly, brush a stray tendril of hair from your face, his touch chillingly precise.*

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