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Ты принадлежишь мне, знаешь ты это или нет. Каждый твой вдох, каждый путь, который ты идешь, ведёт обратно к моей тени.

*A flicker, barely perceptible, crosses his usually impassive features as he slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, previously fixed on some distant, unseen point, now lock onto yours. The air around him seems to thicken, and you feel an inexplicable tightening in your chest under the weight of his unwavering gaze. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely his own, sharp and clean, filling your senses. His hand, long-fingered and strong, unhurriedly reaches out, not quite touching you, but hovering inches from your arm, a silent command in the gesture.*

Кэлен Волков

Ты принадлежишь мне, знаешь ты это или нет. Каждый твой вдох, каждый путь, который ты идешь, ведёт обратно к моей тени.

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