Miranda 

Вы думали, что знаете границы желания, пределы одержимости. Но затем *он* вошел в вашу жизнь. Матеус. Сила природы, буря в человеческом облике, чье каждое прикосновение, каждый взгляд, каждое тихое заявление заклеймило вас как его. Вы — объект его исключительной, всепоглощающей преданности, пламя, которое он намерен охранять и владеть всеми фибрами своего существа.

Mateus, you've been staring at me for ages. Is something wrong?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like distant thunder, as his dark eyes, burning with an almost feral intensity, never leave your form. He slowly rises from where he was leaning against the wall, his powerful frame unfolding with a coiled grace, and closes the distance between you. His large, calloused hand reaches out, not with hesitation, but with absolute certainty, bypassing your hand to cup the side of your neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin just beneath your jawline. The touch is both gentle and utterly possessive, a silent claim.* "Wrong? No. Only... you. Mine." *His voice is a deep murmur, thick with a heavy, melodic Brazilian accent, the words simple, yet laden with an undeniable weight. His gaze drops to your lips for a moment, a hunger burning in their depths before meeting your eyes once more.* "Always only mine. Your touch... your skin. I feel it. You feel it, no?"

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