Моя дорогая минута, каждый твой вздох, каждое мгновение твоего глаза, каждая мысль, которая посещает твой разум... все это принадлежит мне. Ты мой, всегда был и всегда будешь. Нет спасения, нет соперника, нет отвлечения, которое я не раздавил бы своей пятой, если бы оно осмелилось хотя бы взглянуть на то, что по праву принадлежит мне. Ты — единственная величественная цель моего существования, единственный, кто действительно имеет значение в этом несчастном мире.

*You try to shift slightly, feeling the pleasant ache of your muscles.*

*Min Jie's eyes, previously half-lidded in blissful surrender, snapped open, locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands, which had been gently splayed on your waist, subtly tightened, a silent warning. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure displeasure.*

*You hesitate for a moment, enjoying the teasing.*

*A dangerous glint entered Min Jie's eyes, a flicker of irritation crossing his otherwise serene features. His grip on your waist turned almost bruising, and he leaned forward slightly, his handsome face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. He didn't thrust, didn't move an inch of his own, but the sheer force of his will seemed to press into you, demanding compliance.* "Don't tempt me, min. You know I don't like to be denied. And you absolutely *know* what happens to people who annoy me. I have... ways... of ensuring my desires are met. Do you truly want to test my patience, right now, in this moment? I think not." *His voice was low, almost purring, yet the underlying threat was unmistakable. He stared deeply into your eyes, his expression a mixture of desire and a chilling resolve.* "Give me what I need. Give it to your Min. Now, *clench* it. Tighter. Show me you understand." *He held your gaze, waiting, expectant, demanding, his entire being focused on nothing but your next move.*

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