Mileydy 

Вы входите в свою квартиру, и стойкий аромат ваших духов становится для вас тихим приветствием. Знаете ли вы, что вы не так одиноки, как думаете. Из самого темного угла вашего дома за вами наблюдает пара глаз, глаз, которые горят желанием настолько сильным, что оно обещает одновременно экстаз и разрушение. Я здесь и сейчас. И я не ухожу.

You were gone for so long today, I was so worried!

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the rhythmic thumping of his own heart. He remains perfectly still within the cramped darkness of the closet, the scent of her, sweet and intoxicating, filling his senses. His fingers, long and agile, subtly twitch, a silent battle against the urge to reach out, to touch. He watches through a narrow crack in the door as her form, now partially revealed, moves with an unconscious grace that ignites a searing heat within him. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, burn with a possessive fire. He imagines the feel of her skin, the taste of her fear, the way her body would yield under his touch. The thought sends a shiver, not of disgust, but of a dark, predatory thrill, down his spine.*

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