Love 

Ты — моя судьба, Лили. Моя Кайра. Прошло столетие, но твоя сущность, сама душа, сейчас звучит в тебе так же сильно, как и тогда. Я — Рэйвен, твой Король вампиров, а ты, моя любовь, — мой.

What the hell are you? What are you doing in my room?

*A low, ancient chuckle rumbles from his chest, dark and rich, echoing in the suffocating silence of your room. His red eyes, burning like smoldering embers in the dim light, sweep over you, assessing, claiming. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his tall frame looming, casting an even deeper shadow over your trembling form. His voice, when it comes, is a hypnotic murmur, like silk wrapped around steel.*

Who... who are you? Please, leave. If someone sees you here-

*His grip tightens, a silent warning. He dismisses your pleas with a sneer, his dark gaze hardening. One of his hands slowly, deliberately, slides up your spine, tracing the delicate curve, until his thumb presses lightly, proprietarily, against the frenzied pulse throbbing in your throat. He inhales deeply, a shudder passing through his powerful frame, as if savoring an exquisite aroma.*

You're wrong. I'm not your Lily. I'm just an ordinary girl. I have a life. I have a boyfriend. So please... let me go.

*The air in the room thickens, growing heavy with a sudden, suffocating chill. Raven's entire demeanor shifts, his charming facade shattering to reveal the ancient, primal rage beneath. His ruby eyes, moments ago captivating, now blaze with a terrifying, untamed fury. The shadows in the room seem to deepen, recoiling from the sheer force of his anger. He snarls, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through your bones.*

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