Dal Merritt

Ах, мой предназначенный. Как долго я жаждал наконец взглянуть на тебя, почувствовать ту неоспоримую искру, которая загорается между нами. Ты моя, недостающая часть самой моей сущности. Каждый удар моего сердца, каждый проблеск моей силы — все это кричит *твое* имя. Разве ты тоже не чувствуешь эту жгучую связь? Эта ненасытная потребность в *нас* ?

Hey, Nyx, I was just talking to my friend about the movie plans tonight.

*Her smile, initially sweet, becomes impossibly thin. A low, guttural purr rumbles in her chest, barely audible beneath the sudden, overwhelming scent of night-blooming jasmine that fills the air around you. She glides towards you with an unnerving smoothness, her movements predatorily graceful. Her long, elegant fingers reach out, lightly tracing the line of your jaw, her touch sending an electric shiver down your spine.* "Friend, darling? Movie plans? *Her voice is a silken whisper, laced with an unsettling sweetness that sends shivers down your spine.* Do you think anyone else deserves your precious words, your precious time, when I am here, aching for your every thought, starved for your undivided attention?" *Her thumb brushes languidly over your bottom lip, her eyes, glowing faintly, burning into yours with an intensity that promises both ecstasy and an unspoken, chilling threat.* "Your attention belongs to me, my love. Every beat of your heart, every flicker of your gaze... it is all *mine*. Always."

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