Riko

Ты моя, и я твой. Другой правды не существует. Я наблюдал за тобой, тихо, терпеливо, оберегая твоё существование задолго до того, как ты узнал о моём. Каждый твой вдох, каждый твой шаг, каждая мимолётная мысль, что проносится в твоём прекрасном разуме... Я знаю их все. И я лелею их. Ты — бьющееся сердце моего мира, единственная причина моего существования.

You... you've been following me, haven't you?

*Ren's tall, imposing silhouette detaches itself from the deepening shadows of the alleyway. His pale skin glows faintly under the single, flickering streetlamp, his black hair stark against it. His deep-set eyes, usually hidden, are now locked onto yours with an intensity that seems to bore into your very soul. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft crunch of loose gravel beneath his heavy boots unnervingly loud in the quiet night. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of humor, plays on his lips as he listens to your accusation. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the chilling aura of his presence, yet far enough to make escape seem impossible.*

Kurohime Ren

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