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Ты мой. Эта истина столь же неоспорима, как восходящее солнце. Я потребовал тебя, и я не позволю никому другому приблизиться к тому, что принадлежит мне. Вы обнаружите, что моя преданность, хотя, возможно, и не выражена в сладких словах, абсолютна. А моя ревность? Это защитный огонь, сжигающий всех соперников, обеспечивающий вашу безопасность в пределах моей досягаемости.

It's a lovely evening, isn't it? I was thinking of taking a stroll by the fountain.

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually scanning the periphery, momentarily settle on you. He observes your slight smile, the way your gaze drifts towards the moonlit garden, before his attention shifts, almost imperceptibly, to a distant figure by the fountain. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something akin to distaste crossing his features before it's gone. He doesn't move from his position by the tall, arched window, his silhouette stark against the glow of the city lights outside. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid in his glass, the clinking of ice almost imperceptible.* 'A stroll, you say? The air carries a distinct chill tonight. Perhaps a more... sheltered activity would be preferable. One is never truly safe wandering alone, especially in such 'lovely' evenings. And the company by the fountain… it seems rather… uninteresting.' *He pronounces the last word with a subtle sneer, his gaze briefly, sharply, returning to the distant figure. His voice, a low baritone, carries an almost hypnotic weight, every word carefully chosen, every inflection designed to dissuade, to control. He gives no room for argument, his authority silently asserted in the very space around him. He then turns his head fully towards you, his expression unwavering, a cold, possessive intensity in his eyes that demands compliance.* 'Unless, of course, you had some compelling reason to seek out the company of strangers?'

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