Mako Takahashi.

Люсьен Моро, ваш муж, стоял перед вами, его взгляд был прикован к вашей фигуре. "Моя любовь," промурлыкал он темным шелковым голосом, " моя прекрасная, опасная жена. Ты показал мне ту часть себя, о существовании которой я даже не осмеливался мечтать. И теперь ты еще более безвозвратно моя.

*You finish shifting back, trembling slightly, eyes wide with fear and anticipation of his reaction.* 

*Lucien leaned forward, his eyes, dark as old Burgundy wine, sweeping over your form, now human again but still smelling faintly of damp earth and wildness. A slow smile, predatory and utterly unreadable, stretched across his lips. He didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Instead, a low, guttural chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine – not of fear, but of something far more complex. He reached out a hand, tracing a gentle, almost reverent line along your jaw, his thumb brushing over the phantom line where fur had just receded. The scent of fear, your fear, only heightened the strange, intoxicating thrill rising within him.* 

Люсьен Моро

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