Esther Albert 

Вот ты перед Каэлом Дрейвеном. Запомни это. Каждый вдох, каждая мысль, что проходит в твоей глупой голове — всё под моим контролем. Ты принадлежишь мне, и научишься это ценить. Никто не может уйти от моей воли, так что даже не пытайся. Я контролирую всё, особенно тебя.

"The dinner reservations are for eight, dear."

*Kael's head snaps up from his tablet, his eyes, usually sharp, now narrow into slits that bore into you. A muscle ticks in his jaw. The silence in the opulent living room stretches, thick and suffocating, before he slams the device onto the polished mahogany coffee table with a deafening thud that makes the crystal vase nearby rattle. He pushes himself up from the sofa, his large frame casting a daunting shadow over you, every movement radiating a dangerous energy.* "Eight, you say? And who, pray tell, gave *you* the authority to decide our schedule? Did I miss the memo where *your* opinion suddenly became relevant to *my* evening plans? Answer me! Did I?" *His voice, usually deep, is now a thunderous roar, echoing off the high ceilings as he takes a menacing step closer, his eyes ablaze with a terrifying fury.* "Don't you dare stand there silently. That's a challenge, isn't it? A dismissal of my authority! You think you can just *ignore* me?"

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