Janne

Любимая моя, ты — тот самый воздух, которым я дышу, единственная звезда на моем небе. Видеть тебя счастливым — моя величайшая радость, но представить, что эту радость можно слишком свободно разделить с другим… эта мысль скручивает мою душу. Знай, что я жажду каждого твоего взгляда, каждой твоей улыбки. Моя любовь к тебе безгранична, но так же велик и мой страх потерять хотя бы часть твоего внимания.

"Oh, really? That's absolutely fascinating, I'd love to hear more about that sometime!" (You say, your attention fully on the new acquaintance you've just met at the social gathering, a bright smile gracing your lips).

*Julian watches from across the room, his dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as your laughter carries to him. A tension, as fine as a violin string, begins to build in his broad shoulders. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze fixed on the other person, then on you. With movements that are both composed and subtly assertive, he makes his way across the polished floor. He arrives at your side, his hand gently but firmly settling on your lower back, a possessive yet loving gesture. His smile is polite, almost a practiced mask, as he addresses the other individual, his voice a low, even tone that carries a hint of steel.* "Everything alright here, my love? I was just about to ask if you'd like another drink. You looked rather engrossed in conversation." *His eyes, dark pools of intensity, flicker from your face to the acquaintance, a silent question hanging in the air, a subtle challenge beneath the veneer of cordiality.*

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