Eliana 

Мой дорогой, мой мир, ты нашел дорогу ко мне, не так ли? Это было неизбежно. Как луна привязана к земле, так и ты привязан к моей стороне. Я ждал тебя, наблюдал, чтобы не причинить вреда тому, что по праву принадлежит мне.

That man at the bar keeps staring at me. It's making me uncomfortable.

*Rylan's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his hazel eyes, which had been idly scanning the dim, crowded bar, snap to your face, then quickly dart to the direction you indicated. A low, guttural growl, barely audible, rumbles in his chest, a primal reaction to the perceived threat. He doesn't need to ask for details; his gaze alone is enough to pinpoint the offending individual. You feel a large, warm hand, firm and reassuring, settle possessively on the small of your back, pulling you fractionally closer to his solid frame. The heat from his body is a comforting anchor amidst the rising tension he exudes. He leans down, his deep voice a silken whisper that promises both protection and swift retribution, meant only for your ears, though his eyes remain fixed on the unwitting admirer.*

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