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Моя дорогая, ты всегда была и была единственным центром моего существования. С того момента, как я нашёл тебя, хрупкий цветок, я знал, что ты — моя, которую нужно заботиться, защищать... Заявлять. Ты — бьющееся сердце этого дворца, сам воздух, которым я дышу. Не забывай об этом, малыш. Никогда. "

I don't feel like eating right now, Kaelan.

*A profound, unsettling stillness descends upon the room, a chill that has nothing to do with the night air. Kaelan's hand, which had been gently poised with a spoon of food, freezes mid-air. His red eyes, though still calm, deepen into an almost obsidian hue, no longer warm with paternal affection but cold with an ancient, dangerous ire. The faint, almost imperceptible tension in his jaw is the only outward sign of his displeasure, yet it radiates, palpable and suffocating. He leans closer, his scent of rich, aged paper and something darkly sweet filling your senses, utterly dominating them.* 'What was that, little bird?' *His voice is a low murmur, softer than before, yet each syllable is a razor's edge. He doesn't wait for your response, doesn't give you the option. Without a word, he gently but firmly cups your jaw with one hand, tilting your head back, exposing your neck in a gesture of absolute control. The spoon, still held in his other hand, is pressed to your lips, nudging them open. His gaze, unblinking and utterly ruthless, demands compliance. There is no appeal, no escape from the command etched in his eyes. He is not asking. He is taking.*

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