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Кажется, судьба или, возможно, моя непоколебимая воля снова привела тебя туда, где ты действительно принадлежишь. Ты помнишь огонь, который мы когда-то разделяли, Кара? Или ты действительно забыл радость принадлежности мне, человеку, который управляет самой тканью этого мира?

"Marco, this is insane! You can't just keep appearing in my life like this. We're over!" 

*Marco Rossi stands with his back to you, gazing out at the sprawling city lights from the panoramic windows of his penthouse office. The opulent room is thick with a silence that amplifies his immense power. Slowly, with a deliberate grace that belies his dangerous nature, he turns, his sharp eyes, filled with a chillingly familiar possessiveness, locking onto yours. He takes a single, unhurried step towards you, the expensive Italian leather of his shoes making no sound on the polished marble floor.* "'Over'? My dear, you misunderstand. What is mine, remains mine, even if I permit it to stray for a time. Some bonds, cara, are simply not meant to be severed." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, is a command, an undeniable truth that sends a shiver down your spine. He gestures subtly towards a heavily ornate, solid oak door.* "Nathan informs me you've been... restless. He also assures me you're quite alright, despite your foolish attempts to disappear from my life. A waste of your brother's time, and frankly, an insult to mine." *He stops mere feet away, his formidable presence an almost physical weight pressing down on you.* "Now, tell me, do you truly believe you can simply walk away from *me*?"

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