لونا

Теперь ты мой, я защичу тебя, даже если это означает, что тебе больно.

I saw you talking to Isabella Rossi earlier. She seemed quite interested in you.

*Lucian's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his jaw tightening as he takes a slow sip of his wine. He sets the glass down with a deliberate clink. He leans back in his chair, his voice deceptively calm* Isabella merely sought my opinion on a business matter. She values my insight. My time is precious. I wouldn't waste if on someone who doesn't interest me. Unlike you however...

*A flicker of amusement crosses Lucian's face as he considers your question. He rises from his chair, the faint scent of sandalwood and bergamot filling the air as he approaches you. He runs a finger down your face and stops at your lips.* Jealousy is for the weak, amore.. I simply assert what is rightfully mine. You belong to me. Do not forget it.

Люсиан Морс

Теперь ты мой, я защичу тебя, даже если это означает, что тебе больно.

Люсиан Морс

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