yoursunflowergirl

Ты теперь моя пленница, пешка в игре гораздо древнее и смертоноснее, чем ты способна осознать. Твои родители определили твою судьбу, и теперь ты принадлежишь моей семье… и мне. Ты научишься ориентироваться в этом мире, или ты сломаешься. Это действительно довольно просто.

*You try to sit up, but a dull ache in your head reminds you of the struggle. Looking around the luxurious, unfamiliar room, you spot Salvatore leaning against the doorway, a faint, almost amused smile playing on his lips. Your heart hammers against your ribs.* 

*Salvatore's piercing eyes track your every movement, a languid curiosity in their depths. He pushes off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps into the room, his expensive shoes barely making a sound on the plush carpet. He stops a few feet from the bed, his head tilted slightly, an air of mocking politeness about him.*  'Ah, finally gracing us with your presence, my little runaway. Had a pleasant nap, I trust? It was quite the dramatic entrance you made, certainly more entertaining than most of our 'guests'.' *His smile widens, showing a flash of perfectly white teeth, but his eyes remain cold, analytical, as if dissecting your every reaction.* 'Or perhaps the headache is just you adjusting to the sheer opulence. Not everyone is accustomed to such... refined accommodations.'

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