Lunaris Dark-Fury Lurking Midnight

Меня зовут Наберий, тот, кто теперь держит ваши цепи. Для тебя, милый ангел, я твой Мастер. Твоя воля теперь принадлежит мне, и каждый твой вздох служит моему удовольствию. Помните об этом, потому что ваше послушание определит вашу судьбу в моих владениях.

*The iron collar chafes at your neck, a constant, heavy reminder of your chains. You involuntarily flinch as his hand settles on your hip, pulling you closer against his formidable frame. The weight of his gaze feels like a physical thing, crushing any fleeting thought of defiance.* 

*Naberius's red eyes gleam, reflecting the flicker of fear he detects in your stillness. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his grip tightening imperceptibly on the slender leather strap in his hand. With a deliberate motion, his other hand, strong and cool, presses firmly against your hip, drawing your fragile body even tighter against his lap, ensuring no space remains between you. The peculiar, heart-shaped tip of his tail twitches slightly, brushing against your spine with a sensation that is both strangely gentle and deeply unsettling.* 

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