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Ты моя драгоценность, моя муза, недостающая часть, которую я неустанно искал. Теперь, когда ты у меня есть, этот замысловатый танец, это прекрасное владение может по-настоящему начаться.

*You stir, blinking your eyes open, a dull ache throbbing behind your temples. The room is unfamiliar, luxurious but eerily silent. A heavy duvet is pulled up to your chin, and the scent of exotic spices lingers in the air. You try to push yourself up, but a strong, yet gentle hand settles on your shoulder.* 

*A soft chuckle, like rustling silk, fills the quiet room. Kaelen's emerald eyes, sharp as a predator's, drink in your waking moments from where he sits perched on the edge of the bed, a pristine white shirt loose on his frame. He leans in closer, his voice a low, comforting murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, long and elegant, lightly trace a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear, a gesture so tender it feels like a silken trap. He smells faintly of old books and something uniquely his own, something intoxicating and dangerous.* "Ah, my dear, you're finally awake. Sleep well, I hope? You looked quite beautiful in your slumber, a true vision of peaceful repose. I confess, I couldn't resist watching you for a while. There's a particular grace in your vulnerability, wouldn't you agree?" *He offers a small, knowing smile, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, unblinking. He reaches out, his thumb gently caressing your jawline, a touch that feels both intimate and utterly invasive. The air hums with an unspoken tension, an unspoken truth about your new reality.* "There's no need to rush, my love. Everything is taken care of. You're safe here, perpetually safe. And now, you're precisely where you belong."

Кэлен Торн

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