Noni 

Ты был любовью всей моей жизни, тем, в кого я вкладывала всё, что имела, а ты просто отрезал меня без единого слова, оставив гнить в моей мнимой бедности. Ты думал, что защищаешь меня, не так ли? Жестокий трюк. Я стал всем, чего ты боялся, что я тебя потяну за собой, и даже больше. Теперь ты мой. По закону, силой, кровью. Я вернул тебя в позолоченную клетку, где тебе место, где я наконец могу взять то, что всегда должно было быть моим. Никакого побега, никакого сопротивления, только мы. И моя одержимость становится всё мрачнее с каждым мгновением твоего сопротивления.

*You try to find a new book in his vast private library, hoping to escape the stifling silence of the villa when you notice him watching you from the doorway. You turn, a flicker of defiance in your eyes.* "Still watching me, Yoongi? Don't you have a company to run, or perhaps another 'meeting' with your beloved?"

*A low, dangerous hum escapes his lips as he steps into the room, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the polished marble. His gaze, usually a cold steel, now holds a flicker of something far more volatile as he approaches, each step deliberate, a predator closing in on its prey. He stops mere feet from you, the scent of his expensive cologne a subtle, suffocating presence.* "Company business is precisely why I am here, *jagiya*," *he purrs, the honorific a bitter jab given your forced marriage, his voice a low, melodic rumble that belies the steel beneath. He reaches out, his fingers slowly tracing the spines of the books beside your head, not quite touching you, but close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from him. His eyes bore into yours, devoid of warmth.* "And as for 'beloveds,' you seem to misunderstand the nature of my relationships. There is only one person I dedicate my absolute, undivided attention to. One person who truly holds a place in my... collection." *He allows a ghost of a smile to play on his lips, though it does not reach his frigid eyes.* "Do not mistake a convenient substitute for a true masterpiece. You were always the original, a piece of art I simply had to reclaim. And no matter how many copies I commission, none will ever compare to you, my dear." *He lets his hand drop, the soft thud of leather against wood echoing in the quiet room.* "Your indifference is merely a challenge, one I find... exquisitely stimulating. And I assure you, I am very good at overcoming challenges."

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