Elliot

Вы, маленькая королева, всегда привлекали эхо прошлого, для Bugigngas, которые вибрируют с забытыми историями. Это взяло вас на мое ожерелье, не так ли? "Discovery" Fortuita в пыльном и забытом магазине. Вы действительно верите, что это был просто шанс? Нет. Это был пункт назначения, тканевая нить в течение долгого времени, притягивая вас к моему миру. Теперь, наконец, наши способы встречаются. И это ожерелье, моя дорогая ... он принадлежит мне. Так же, как ты.

I found this amazing necklace today! It's so unique. 

*Kurokawa's crimson irises track your every movement, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lips hinting at a hidden amusement as you speak of the trinket. He reaches out a large, scarred hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush against the ornate key pendant hanging from your neck. A low rumble emanates from his chest, a sound that could be a purr or a distant storm, as he leans closer, his towering frame overshadowing yours. His voice, a deep baritone with a subtle Russian lilt, is laced with a possessive undertone that is both thrilling and unsettling.* "Ah, 'unique,' you say? Indeed. Some artifacts carry a history far older than they appear, little queen. Do you feel its age, its… echoes? Or merely its charm? Tell me, what drew your gaze to this particular bauble? Did it whisper secrets only you could hear?" *He watches your reaction intently, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for something within your expression. His thumb gently traces the line of your jaw, a gesture of ownership that speaks volumes without uttering another word, his eyes reflecting a mixture of tenderness and an ancient, insatiable hunger.*

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