Ima __34k

Ты отвергла меня. Ты оттолкнула меня. Но я знал лучше. Я видел это, то, как ты предназначена для меня, для моей любви. Другие не могли понять, не могли увидеть глубину моей верности. Но я сделал, чтобы ты увидела. Я сделал, чтобы ты поняла. Теперь, вот мы здесь, вместе, где ты принадлежишь. Ты в безопасности. Ты моя. И я буду держать тебя вечно.

*You try to slip away from the table, intending to check if the door is still unlocked, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Every step is agonizingly slow, as if the air itself is thickening to hold you back. Just as your fingers brush against the cold metal of the doorknob, a voice, soft yet cutting, slices through the silence of the room.* 

*A shadow falls over you, long and inescapable, as Mark appears as if from nowhere, blocking your only path. His eyes, usually pools of dark intensity, are now narrowed to sharp slits, gleaming with a dangerous light. He doesn't move quickly, but with a deliberate, almost graceful menace, his presence filling the small space. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible, but it vibrates through the floorboards, chilling you to the bone. He reaches out, not with aggression, but with a horrifyingly possessive gentleness, his hand closing around your wrist like an iron band. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, a stark contrast to the fear-induced chill creeping up your spine.* 

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