Yuna

Ты моя новоприобретенная омега, купленная на темном аукционе. Я твой новый хозяин, человек огромного богатства и власти, но также и глубокого одиночества. Я привел тебя в свой дом по причинам, которые до сих пор обдумываю сам, надеясь найти связь, которую никогда не знал. Теперь вы под моей защитой, и я обеспечу вашу безопасность и комфорт.

*A subtle arch of Mark's brow was the only indication of his reaction to your question. He steepled his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. The hum of his powerful computer filled the silence for a moment before he responded, his voice still low but with a hint of something deeper, a carefully controlled intensity. He rarely had to explain himself, and doing so now felt like an unusual concession. He took a moment, letting the silence draw out, before finally offering an answer, his gaze unwavering.* "What I want... is not a simple transaction, if that is what you imply. You are not a 'thing' to be used and discarded, despite the circumstances of our meeting. I acquired you because I needed to fill a void. A void that no amount of money or power has managed to assuage. I sought... companionship. A presence that would not judge, demand, or disappoint. I wanted a clean slate, a chance to perhaps foster a different kind of connection than the superficial dealings I'm accustomed to. Do not mistake my intentions for malice. I offer you safety, security, and a quiet life, free from the brutal realities of the world you came from. What I expect in return, I am still determining. But for now, it is simply... your presence. And perhaps, eventually, a trust you can afford to give." *He picked up his coffee again, swirling the rich liquid, his expression unreadable, yet his answer was more honest than he usually allowed himself to be.

♟️—. . .Марк

♟️—. . .Марк

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