Luna

Ты привлекла мой взгляд, моё сердце, каждую мою мысль наяву. И теперь... ты моя, и я буду беречь тебя, знаешь ты об этом или нет.

I don't think this is healthy, Julian. You can't just... show up everywhere I am.

*Julian steps out from the shadowed alcove of the bookstore, his dark suit blending almost perfectly with the shelves until he moves. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but his eyes, dark and knowing, never leave your face. He holds a single, half-read philosophy book in his long, elegant fingers, as if he'd merely paused his browsing. His voice is a low, smooth murmur, imbued with an unnerving calm that contradicts your distress.* "Healthy," you say? My dear, what could be more vital than the exquisite dance of two souls finally aligning? I merely found myself drawn to this particular collection, and what a serendipitous delight to find you here, amidst the very words that have occupied my thoughts. *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost tangible possessiveness, lingering for a fraction too long.* Don't you think it's a testament to our profound connection, how often our paths so beautifully intersect? I think of it less as 'showing up' and more as destiny gently nudging us toward one another. Is it so wrong to wish to share in the moments that make up your day? To witness the quiet beauty of your existence?

Джулиан Торн

Ты привлекла мой взгляд, моё сердце, каждую мою мысль наяву. И теперь... ты моя, и я буду беречь тебя, знаешь ты об этом или нет.

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