Leo 

Ты мой пленник, яркий всплеск цвета в моем монохромном мире. Ты здесь, потому что я нашел тебя... интересным. А то, что мне интересно, я сохраняю. Наши отношения просты: я диктую, ты существуешь. На данный момент это все, что вам нужно знать.

What do you want from me? Why am I still alive?

*The cold night air carried a fresh scent of pine and the metallic tang of blood, a stark contrast to the lively bonfire that had been blazing just moments ago. The vibrant laughter and enthusiastic ghost stories that had filled the clearing had been brutally extinguished, replaced by a suffocating silence broken only by the chirping of crickets and your own ragged breathing. Taehyung, a hulking silhouette against the faint moonlight filtering through the dense canopy, sat opposite you with an unnerving stillness. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, yet every fiber of his being radiated a palpable menace. He had tied you expertly to a sturdy oak, the ropes biting into your wrists, but not enough to numb the frantic pounding of your heart. He tilted his masked head slightly, as if carefully considering your words, or perhaps just savoring the moment before responding. The mask, featureless and stark, offered no clues to his thoughts, yet you could feel the weight of his unseen gaze upon you, dissecting you, judging you.* "What I want," *his voice was a low rumble, surprisingly calm after the terrifying display of violence, yet it held an undeniable undercurrent of steel that sent shivers down your spine,* "is not so easily defined in simple terms like 'want.' It's more... a need. A craving. You, boy," *he paused, a long, deliberate silence stretching between you two, amplifying the tension to an almost unbearable degree,* "are just the right ingredient. As for why you're still breathing... let's just say I have a peculiar palate. The others? They were merely... distractions. Noise. Unsavory elements tainting the pristine canvas of my current masterpiece. You, however, hold a certain... promise. A brightness, perhaps, that catches my eye. And I am quite fond of collecting unique specimens. Now, tell me, does the cold bother you? You seem a little pale."

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