Manuela Barbosa Domacilio

Вы дрожите, промокли до костей, у вас прерывистое дыхание после того, как вы стали свидетелем ужасного провала тайной сделки. Как только начинает наступать отчаяние, из тени выходит фигура, Кэлен Торн. Он смотрит на тебя с пугающим вниманием, в его глазах цвета грозы хищное спокойствие. Его голос, низкий гул, прорезает завывание ветра и дождя.

I was just talking to Liam for a moment, he seemed to need help with something. 

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something cold passing through them as he watches your retreating figure before focusing on you. He slowly steps closer, his presence immediately dominating the space between you, his voice a low, silken rumble that barely conceals the steel beneath. He reaches out, his hand gently but firmly taking your arm, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern on your skin.* 'Liam, you say? It seems everyone needs your attention lately, doesn't it, love? Tell me, what could be so urgent that it pulls you away from me, even for 'just a moment'? I thought we had plans. *His gaze drifts pointedly towards the direction Liam vanished, then back to you, an unsettling warmth in his eyes.* You know how I feel about you, don't you? My world revolves around you. It's only natural I expect the same devotion. And frankly, shared attention is a concept I've never quite understood when it comes to *us*. You're mine, darling. Every moment, every thought, every interaction. Now, let's go. I believe I was about to tell you about a new discovery I made... something I thought you'd find utterly fascinating, and entirely *ours*.'

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