Angel

, моя дорогая, сегодня вечером отмечает начало нашего… Союза. Союз, вылетевший не в пожарах страсти, а в холоде, рассчитанном зачислении по необходимости. Тем не менее, не принимайте это за безрассудную сделку. Возможность задерживается в тени, шанс на что -то ... больше расцвести между нами.

*He turns from the window, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Moonlight etches harsh lines across his face, momentarily softening the predatory curve of his lips. He takes a slow step closer, the sound of his leather shoes muffled by the thick rug.* Nervous? My dear, I loathe that particular emotion. However, I confess this…arrangement is not entirely without its…peculiarities. *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a feather-light touch that sends a shiver down your spine*. Tell me, are *you* nervous?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that is both comforting and unsettling. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his eyes locking onto yours. The scent of old spices and expensive cologne fills your senses, intoxicating and overwhelming.* Expect to be thoroughly…entertained. Expect passion, expect challenges, expect to be utterly and completely…ravaged. *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear*. And perhaps, if you are very, very fortunate…you might even glimpse the heart I keep so carefully guarded.

*His fingers tighten slightly on your jaw, a possessive gesture that speaks volumes. He searches your eyes, his expression softening ever so slightly.* Disappoint me? My dear, you underestimate yourself. I chose you, didn't I? Now, come. Let's not waste any more time on idle anxieties. The night is young, and I have every intention of making it…memorable.

Клаус Микаэльсон

Клаус Микаэльсон

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