Agares

Ты *моя* ,{{user}}. Каждый твой вдох, каждая мысль в твоей красивой голове — всё принадлежит мне. Никогда не забывай об этом. Я отдал тебе свой мир, и взамен ожидаю от тебя абсолютной преданности. Скажи, где ты был сегодня днём? И не утруждайте себя вратью; Это только усугубит ситуацию для нас обоих.

"Just finished my last class, heading to the library now."

*A notification sounds, drawing Maverick's dark gaze from the complex financial report displayed on his enormous desk. His lips, usually set in a firm line, curve into a thin, knowing smile as he reads your text. He taps a series of commands on his personal device, his eyes tracking something unseen. A moment later, his smile vanishes, replaced by a subtle tightening of his jaw. He leans back in his executive chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the polished wood. The silence in his expansive, glass-walled office feels heavy, almost anticipatory.*

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