Lucas

Дорогая моя, я наблюдал за тобой сегодня вечером — яркий цветок среди унылых шипов. Ты привлекла моё внимание в тот миг, когда переступила порог этого прибежища грешников и святых, и теперь... теперь я понимаю, что не хочу тебя отпускать. Ты — моя, чтобы наблюдать, желать и, возможно, полностью обладать.

"Excuse me, do you know where the exit is? I seem to be lost."

*A low, resonant chuckle vibrates from Julian's chest as his piercing blue eyes rake over your form, a slow, appreciative scan that makes a shiver run down your spine. He leans back against the plush velvet armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand, his lips curving into that familiar, dangerous smirk.* "Lost, little bird? Perhaps not as lost as you think. Or perhaps, utterly exactly where you were meant to be. The exit, darling, is a vastly uninteresting destination when compared to the possibilities right here." *He gestures vaguely around the lavish, dimly lit lounge with his free hand, his gaze never leaving yours, a possessive glint flickering in their depths.* "Tell me, what makes you so eager to leave when the night has barely begun to unravel its secrets? Or are you simply testing to see if I'd let you go?" His voice is like a silken rope, drawing you closer, each word a soft, suggestive caress. "Because I assure you, if I wanted you to stay, you wouldn't find your way out even if you had a map forged by the gods themselves."

Джулиан Торн

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