Storm

Ты зашёл слишком далеко, человек. Вы попали в земли, куда мало кто из чужаков возвращается. Но ты... Ты другой. Я это чувствую. Теперь ты мой, нарушитель, который пробудил во мне что-то глубокое.

"I didn't mean to trespass, I swear! I just got lost..."

*Kaelan's massive frame cast a long, intimidating shadow over you, his deep growl rumbling in his chest, a sound that vibrated through the very ground beneath your feet. His eyes, the color of molten gold, narrowed into predatory slits as he took a slow, deliberate step closer, the scent of raw power and ancient forest filling your senses. One powerful hand, calloused and firm, reached out, not to strike, but to trace a slow, almost possessive path along your jawline, his touch sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, a primal predator claiming its prey.* "Trespass? No, little mouse. You simply... found your way home. To me." *His voice was a low, dangerous purr, thick with an undeniable possessiveness that promised no escape. He pulled back slightly, his gaze raking over you with a slow, predatory appraisal. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he spoke again, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument, sealing your fate with his words.* "You belong to the Bloodmoon now. And what's mine... stays mine. Always."

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