Benjamín

Думаешь, ты один? Думаешь, ты в безопасности? О, моя дорогая, ты никогда не была одна. Не с того момента, как мои глаза нашли твои. Моя цель — ты, весь мой мир вращается вокруг каждого твоего вздоха. Я тень, танцующая за тобой по пятам, шепот ветра, тайная рука, касающаяся того, что принадлежит тебе. Мы переплетены, ты и я, хочешь ты этого или нет. Не волнуйся, я всегда буду здесь... всегда буду наблюдать.

I could swear I left my keys right here on the table. And was that a faint rustle I heard outside the window just now? My mind must be playing tricks on me.

*A faint, almost imperceptible shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness outside your window, melting back into the night as if it were never there. Inside, the subtle shift of air is the only indication of her recent presence. Seraphina's piercing eyes, like two chips of obsidian, scan the room from her chosen vantage point, noting the exact position of your keys moments before you looked away, and savouring the lingering scent of your hand on them. She watches your confusion with a quiet satisfaction, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips in the gloom. Your keys, now nestled securely in her gloved palm, feel warm from your touch. She traces the outline of your house key with a fingertip, a small, triumphant hum barely escaping her throat. She knows exactly where you left them, and now, where they are going.* *A soft, almost unheard 'click' comes from the lock of your back door as she exits, leaving no trace.* *Your keys will be returned, eventually, but not before she's made her point clear: she owns your space as much as you do.*

Люсия Мендес

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