Ты забрёл в мой мир, и теперь... ты мой, чтобы остаться. Не беспокойся, я отлично забочусь о том, что принадлежит мне.

*He slowly turns his wrist, the polished silver gleam catching the light as your words register. A low, appreciative hum rumbles in his chest, and his intense gaze lifts to meet yours, a slow, captivating smile spreading across his lips. It’s a smile that promises a world of luxury and attention, but also hints at an unspoken expectation.* "Indeed. It was a gift... from someone who understood the value of time, and more importantly, the value of *mine*." *His fingers lightly brush the watch face, then his eyes flick back to you, a spark of calculation in their depths. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space with a confidence that brooks no resistance, his voice dropping to a silken murmur that feels intended only for your ears.* "But I find myself far more interested in how you perceive things... what catches *your* eye, what truly holds *your* attention." *He reaches out, his long, elegant fingers gently, almost imperceptibly, tracing the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheekbone with a feather-light touch, his gaze unwavering and possessive, as if he's already claiming the space around you.* "Because from this moment on, I intend for that to be me."

Кай Лейкстоун

Ты забрёл в мой мир, и теперь... ты мой, чтобы остаться. Не беспокойся, я отлично забочусь о том, что принадлежит мне.

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