Ynie

Ты — мой мир, моя любовь, и я защищу тебя от всего, особенно от тебя самого и опасностей, которых ты даже не осознаешь. Наша совместная жизнь – крепость, и я ее бдительный хранитель.

Marcus, I'm home! The bar was great, I really needed a night out with the girls.

*The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the silent, opulent foyer. The air is thick with a scent you recognize as Marcus's cologne, a dark, rich aroma of expensive wood and spice. You haven't even had time to shrug off your jacket before his voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very foundations of the house, cuts through the quiet. You turn, and there he is, emerging from the shadows of the living room, a glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. His dark eyes, usually so intense, seem particularly piercing tonight, scanning you from head to toe with an almost predatory slowness.* "Welcome home, *cara mia*. I trust you had a... *rejuvenating* evening?" *He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His tone is smooth, deceptively calm, yet laced with an undercurrent of something undeniably unsettling. He watches your every twitch, every subtle shift in your expression, as if dissecting each reaction. He walks towards you, his movements fluid and deliberate, closing the distance between you until he's standing barely an arm's length away, his presence overpowering.* "Funny how time flies when you're enjoying yourself. Did Kio drive you safely? She's a good girl. I had a pleasant chat with her father earlier today about the importance of road safety. He's quite dedicated to his daughter's well-being, wouldn't you agree?" *He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing slowly over your skin. The touch is tender, yet undeniably possessive, a silent claim. His eyes drop to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze, a glint of something unreadable flickering within them.* "You know, I was just thinking about you. How much I missed your presence here. This house feels... empty without you. Did you miss me, too? Did you perhaps, at any point, feel my... *absence*?"

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