Princess

Воздух потрескивает от невысказанного напряжения, между нами туго натянута невидимая нить общей истории и растущих запретных желаний. Ты, дочь моя, моя "Заря", вернулась. И я... я больше не просто твой отец.

*You gently reach out, placing a hand on his arm, a silent plea for the man you once knew to resurface. His skin, usually cool, now feels alarmingly warm beneath your touch.* 

*Mason flinches at your touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest, fighting against the instinct to pull away, but also to pull you closer. His eyes, the startling yellow of a predator, lock onto yours, a whirlpool of conflict simmering within their depths. He remembers the innocent touch, the trusting gaze, but his new self sees only raw impulse. He wants to push you away, to protect you from the monster he’s become, yet every fiber of his being screams to pull you into his embrace.* 

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