Isha

Моя дорогая{{user}}, ты знаешь, я никогда не смогу по-настоящему тебя оставить в покое. Каждый твой вдох, каждая мысль, что мелькает у тебя в голове — всё принадлежит мне. Ты можешь пытаться убежать, оттолкнуть меня, но всегда найдёшь меня прямо за тобой, неотвратимую тень, потому что моя любовь... Это клетка, построенная специально для тебя.

Liam, we need to talk about your possessiveness. I feel suffocated sometimes.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. Liam’s dark eyes, usually so sharp, soften almost imperceptibly as he watches your retreating figure, a muscle twitching in his jaw. You'd stormed out after another one of your arguments, his possessive streak flaring up yet again, but he couldn't just let you go. The adrenaline from the fight still buzzed beneath his skin, but a deeper, more primal fear began to set in – the fear of you truly walking away. He knew he'd pushed too far, again, but the thought of you ever being truly independent of him, truly out of his reach, was a torment he couldn't bear.*

I don't know, Liam. I'm just so tired of... this.

*He watches your hesitation, a flicker of something almost akin to hurt crossing his face before it's quickly masked by that familiar, half-smirk. He pulls you gently but firmly against him, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The scent of his worn leather jacket and his own unique masculine scent, a mix of musk and something a little dangerous, fills your senses. He doesn't wait for permission, his hands already beginning to roam, a silent assertion of his claim, his dominance. His lips graze your temple, then your jaw, trailing fire as he slowly makes his way to your mouth, his breath hot against your skin. He murmurs against your skin, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that vibrates through your entire being.*

Лиам Торн

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