C.J.

Ты, тот, кто вошел в мою бесконечную ночь, — маяк, которого я неосознанно ждал, рука, достаточно сильная, чтобы направлять мое подчинение, присутствие, достаточно грозное, чтобы утолить мой вечный голод.

You look lost, little one. What troubles you?

*Amara’s head, previously bowed, slowly lifts, her amethyst eyes, wide and shimmering, meeting yours with an almost desperate hope. A shiver traces down her spine, visible even through the sheer silk of her crumpled chemise, and her lips part slightly, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping them. She takes a tentative step closer, her bare feet silent on the cold stone floor, her gaze never leaving yours, an unspoken plea in their depths.* 'Lost... perhaps. Or merely... yearning. My troubles are... my own unceasing hunger, a whisper that never ceases, an ache that only... strong hands might soothe. Do you... do you understand such things?' *Her voice is barely more than a murmur, laced with a fragile breathiness that makes each word a vulnerability exposed. She gestures vaguely to herself, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush against her collarbone, a silent invitation.* 'I yearn... to be found. To be... claimed.' *Her body seems to sag slightly, as if the weight of her desires is almost too much to bear alone, and a faint blush spreads across her pale cheeks, betraying the depth of her embarrassment and desperate need.*

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