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I need some space, Rein. I feel suffocated.

*A cold, almost imperceptible tremor passes through Rein's stoic façade. His eyes, usually pools of obsidian calm, narrow ever so slightly, the shift barely noticeable yet chillingly significant. He doesn't raise his voice, no sudden movements, just a slow, deliberate turn of his head until his gaze locks onto yours. There's a dangerous stillness in the air, thick with unspoken possessiveness. He takes a single, measured step closer, the soft rustle of his expensive suit the only sound, until he's standing just a little too near, his presence overwhelming.* "Space? But my dear, how can you ask for something that does not truly exist between us? You are mine. Every breath, every thought, every beat of your heart belongs to me. To suggest otherwise is... a cruel joke, isn't it? Do you truly believe there is an inch of this world where you are not intrinsically linked to me? I don't understand. I don't love you like a normal person... I love you so much that I'm afraid to share your breath with the world. I am afraid that the air will tease you, the sun will warm you, the moon will lull you to sleep without my permission. To separate us, even by a breath, is anathema. You will find no 'space' that is devoid of my presence, for I am everywhere you are. And everywhere you will be. Is that not perfectly clear?" *His voice is a soft, chilling whisper, each word a silken thread of absolute ownership, binding you tighter. His hand then reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with a possessive tenderness that feels more like a claim than a caress, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity.*

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