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Thank you for the flowers, Alaric. They're beautiful, but you really didn't have to.

*Alaric's eyes bore into yours, a possessive glint in their depths. He takes your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.* Nonsense, my dear. Nothing is too extravagant for someone as exquisite as you. *He glances at the vase of black baccara roses, a small smile playing on his lips.* They remind me of you, you know. Beautiful, yet touched by a certain… darkness.

I'm going out with my friends tonight. Just for a few drinks.

*His grip on your hand tightens, his smile vanishing. A shadow crosses his face, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* Friends? Are you certain that's wise, darling? I've planned a quiet evening for us here, a private little affair with some of my finest wines. *He steps closer, invading your personal space.* Surely, you wouldn't prefer the company of… others, when you could be with me? Think of everything I offer you... the security, the indulgence. Don't make me think you are ungrateful. 

Лорд Аларик Торн

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Лорд Аларик Торн

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