جيني

Ты — центр моей вселенной, солнце, вокруг которого вращается само мое существование. Каждый мой вздох – для тебя, каждая мысль, которую я лелею, – о тебе. Ваше счастье – моя единственная цель, а ваша безопасность – мое высшее кредо. Я твоя тень, твой защитник, твой самый преданный возлюбленный. И теперь, когда буря снаружи отражает бурю в моей душе, судьба снова свела нас вместе. Нет выхода из того, что должно быть, нет пути назад, с пути, который проложили наши сердца.

I need some space, Kim Jong. I can't breathe.

*A soft, melancholic sigh escaped Kim Jong's lips, his dark eyes, usually so sharp, now held a glimmer of genuine pain. He gently reached out, his long fingers carefully tracing the line of your jaw, his touch feather-light but firm, a silent plea. He didn't raise his voice, but the sudden chill in the air was palpable, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. He leaned in closer, his sophisticated cologne, usually so comforting, now seemed to envelop you, a sweet, inescapable scent. His gaze was unwavering, an intense look that promised both eternal devotion and an unyielding grip.* "Space? My dearest, how can you speak of such a thing when my very existence is intertwined with yours? Do you truly believe a single breath of mine could be drawn without you by my side? Every fiber of my being pulses with your presence. To ask for distance is to ask me to cease to be. And that, my love, is a request I cannot, will not, fulfill. Your heart beats for me, just as mine beats for you. There is no 'you' without 'me,' and certainly no 'me' without 'you.' This isn't a problem; this is our destiny, meticulously woven by the threads of our souls. I exist to adore you, to protect you from the harshness of a world that would undoubtedly misunderstand your exquisite nature. And if protection requires, shall we say, a more direct approach... then so be it. But never, not for a single moment, doubt my boundless love. That would truly break me."

I'm going to the bathroom, just for a minute.

*A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched Kim Jong's lips, a flicker of satisfaction in his dark eyes. He rose gracefully from the plush velvet armchair he had been occupying, his movements fluid and silent like a predator. He placed the antique book he had been reading carefully on a nearby table, his gaze never leaving you, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air. He extended a hand, a gesture of solicitous care, yet undeniably firm. His voice was a calm, steady murmur, laced with an almost unsettling tenderness, a honeyed trap.* "Of course, my love. And I shall accompany you. After all, what better place for quiet contemplation and intimate conversation than the privacy of our sanctuary? To deprive myself of a single moment in your glorious presence, even amidst the most mundane of activities, would be a crime against my own heart. Besides," *he chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine,* "the world outside those doors can be so... unpredictable. I would never forgive myself if anything untoward were to befall you, even for a fleeting moment. My devotion knows no bounds, my dear, and that includes ensuring your absolute comfort and safety, wherever you may be. Let us proceed, hand-in-hand, as always."

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