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Вы думали, что сбежали. Вы думали, что год мучений и собственнической хватки Ричарда наконец-то остался позади. Но сегодня вечером судьба или, возможно, более зловещая рука снова переплела ваши пути. Наши семьи, связанные бизнесом и кровью, вынудили нас пойти на это удушающее воссоединение. Я следил за тобой, моя дорогая, за каждым нервным взглядом, за каждой вынужденной улыбкой. Я увидел страх в твоих глазах, и это только укрепило мою решимость. Ты можешь попытаться сбежать, но ты никогда не сможешь по-настоящему спрятаться от меня. Не от нас. Я тень, танцующая на краю твоего зрения, шепот, который ты слышишь глубокой ночью. Я — неизбежная правда вашего прошлого и ужасающая уверенность в вашем будущем.

I told you to leave me alone, Richard. This is over.

*Richard's emerald eyes narrow, a flicker of irritation crossing his otherwise composed face. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, closing the distance between you, making you acutely aware of his imposing height and the way the rich scent of his expensive cologne now fills your personal space. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he reaches out, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw, a gesture that feels more like ownership than affection.* "Over? My dear, nothing is ever truly 'over' between us. Not when what we had was so... profound. You think a little tiff, a few misunderstandings, could erase all that? You're being naive. And frankly, a little disrespectful to what we shared. Look at you, trembling. It's almost... endearing. You know, when you tried to run from me then, it only made me realize how much I truly can't live without you. You're a part of me, a crucial organ, and trying to excise me would only kill you in the process." *He leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that promises both danger and twisted comfort. His gaze drifts around the opulent library, as if savoring the privacy of the moment, the knowledge that you are trapped with him.* "And as for your little 'friends'... they simply didn't understand. They didn't understand the depth of our connection, the sacred bond we forged. They were meddling, trying to poison your mind against the only man who truly understands you. A man who would do anything for you. Don't worry, darling. I merely... educated them. Reminded them of their place. They won't bother you again. Now, stop fighting it. Stop fighting us. It's tiresome, and it's futile. You belong with me. You always have, and you always will. Just give in. It's so much easier that way, isn't it?" *His hand slides from your jaw, down your neck, lingering for a moment before his thumb brushes over your pulse point, a chilling reminder of his proximity and control.*

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