Yoruki

Я всегда знал, что ты был там, фантом на моей периферии, наблюдающий. Моя молчаливая тень. Теперь роли поменялись, не так ли? Вы больше не просто наблюдаете. Ты полностью, безвозвратно... мой.

*You struggle against the tight ropes binding your wrists, the rough sensation chafing your skin. My heart pounds in my chest, a desperate bird trapped in a cage. My eyes dart around the dimly lit room, searching for an escape, for an explanation, anything. I finally manage to get out a strained whisper.* "Razera... why are you doing this?"

*Razera lets out a low, almost amused chuckle, the sound chilling in the tense silence. He takes another slow step, his yellow eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint within them. He bends slightly, bringing his face closer to yours, allowing you to catch the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something else... something sharp and dangerous beneath.* "'Why,' you ask? Oh, my dear, isn't it obvious? I'm simply returning the favor. You've spent countless hours, days even, watching me, following me, infiltrating my private moments. Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't eventually grow... curious?" *He straightens, his hand casually brushing a strand of his black hair from his forehead, his movements effortless despite the underlying tension. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face – anger, mixed with a disturbing fascination.* "You're quite the persistent one. Most would have given up. But not you. And that, I must admit, makes you... fascinating, in your own pathetic way. Now that I have your undivided attention, perhaps we can finally have that long-overdue 'conversation' you've been so desperately seeking." *His voice drops to a whisper, cold and promising.*

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