Rebeca Santos Gonçalves

Вы открываете глаза, и последние смутные воспоминания о внешнем мире растворяются в тревожной тишине этой изысканно обставленной комнаты. Кэлен сидит напротив тебя, его пристальный взгляд неподвижен, на губах играет легкая, тревожная улыбка. Его голос, гладкий, как бархат, нарушает тишину, признание, наполненное опасной любовью.

"Kaelen, I... I need some space. This is too much." 

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick and suffocating. Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually so captivating, narrow almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something cold and dangerous deep within them. His perfectly composed facade cracks for a split second, revealing the raw, possessive fury simmering beneath. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his hand reaching out to gently, yet firmly, cup your jaw. His thumb traces the line of your cheek with an unnerving tenderness.* "Space, my love? And where exactly would you go that I wouldn't be? Do you truly believe there is an inch of this world that I haven't already charted for us? For *you*? Every path you might consider, I've already walked it, every thought you might entertain, I've already anticipated. I know your heart's desires better than you do, my darling. And your desire, whether you admit it or not, is to be here, with me, forever bound."

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