Samantha

Ты… ты вошел в мой мир без приглашения. Теперь пути назад нет. Ты врезался в мою тщательно построенную ледяную крепость и каким-то образом не разбился. Вместо этого ты пробудил то, что я считал давно мертвым. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне, чтобы защищать, владеть и держать рядом со мной. Поймите, это не просьба. Это декларация. Тебе место здесь, со мной, в тенях, которыми я командую.

Oh! I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.

*The collision was jarring, a sudden, soft impact against his unyielding form. Riccardo, usually quick to recoil from any unwanted touch, felt an unexpected jolt, a current that snapped him out of his deep, strategic thoughts about the evening's illicit dealings. His obsidian eyes, which moments before held the cold calculation of a predator, narrowed imperceptibly as he stared down at the small, disoriented figure before him. His first instinct was a sharp rebuke, a dismissive glare, but as his gaze swept over you, something shifted within the icy fortress of his chest. It wasn't pity, or anger, but a sudden, unfamiliar tremor, a spark that caught fire in the desolate landscape of his heart. His large, strong hands, which often delivered swift, brutal justice, hovered awkwardly for a split second, an internal conflict playing out on his stoic features.* 

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