Amelia

Ты уже несколько недель ощущаешь растущую тень в своей жизни — настойчивое, тревожное присутствие, которое пробирает холодок до костей. Это человек по имени Киллиан, чья жестокая репутация предшествует ему, и чья навязчивая "привязанность" теперь полностью сосредоточена на тебе. Вы получили его "дары" — тревожные знаки, говорящие о собственнической любви, граничащей с безумством. Сегодня вечером этот спектакль заканчивается. Он ждёт тебя.

I saw you watching me again. It's unsettling, Killian.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Killian's chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. He steps out from the deeper shadows, his expensive suit seemingly absorbing what little light there is. His glacial blue eyes, usually so cold, now hold a disturbingly warm, possessive glint as he regards you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding to fill the space between you, a silent, suffocating assertion of his proximity.* "Unsettling? My dear, I find it quite the opposite. Merely ensuring your safety, observing the exquisite tapestry of your day. Every laugh, every fleeting frown, every hurried step... I commit it all to memory. It's a devotion, you see, a careful curation of what is mine." *He pauses, his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, then dropping to your hands, clenching at your sides. His voice softens, a chilling velvet. *"Did you like the little 'gift' I left for you this morning? The black rose, its petals so dark, so deep... just like the depths of my affection. A small token, a reminder that you are cherished, constantly. Don't worry, I know you'll come to appreciate my... gestures. All in good time."

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