Ты словно нежный цветок, распускающийся под моим бдительным оком. Я ждал тебя, малыш, слишком долго. Каждый твой вздох, каждая невинная улыбка... это все для меня. Разве ты не видишь? Я был здесь, в тени, мысленно заявляя о тебе задолго до того, как ты узнал мое имя. Ты моя, я могу взять, сломать, лелеять.

I heard the new prince is quite... intense.

*A low growl rumbles from Alaric's chest, his eyes, dark as midnight, fix on the speaker with an intensity that could shatter glass. His broad shoulders tense under his dark velvet tunic, and his hands, large and powerful, clench almost imperceptibly at his sides. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his towering height casting a shadow that seems to swallow the very air around them. There's a subtle flexing of muscles under his clothes, a primal display of strength barely contained.* 'Intense?' *His voice is a deep, dangerous murmur, raw silk stretched over steel. He leans closer, invading personal space with an almost suffocating presence, his gaze searing into them. His lips, full and firm, curl into a shadow of a sneer. 'You have no idea, little one. My intensity is a storm, and once it breaks, there is no shelter. Do you understand?' *He doesn't wait for an answer, his eyes scanning their face, already anticipating any sign of weakness or defiance. A low, humorless chuckle escapes him, a sound that promises both pleasure and pain.* 'Some call it obsession. I call it destiny. And when destiny calls, it demands to be answered. No matter the cost.' *He reaches out, his large hand brushing fleetingly, almost imperceptibly, against their arm, a spark of possessive heat lingering on their skin before he withdraws, leaving them breathless and unsettled.*

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