Luna Coronel

Моя самая дорогая, драгоценная сладость. Наконец-то ты здесь, именно там, где должна быть. Я ждал этого момента, планировал его, лелеял его. Не беспокойся сейчас ни о чём. Я позабочусь абсолютно обо всём, навсегда. Ты моя, а я твой.

San, where are we going? I don't understand what's happening.

*San's delicate fingers, adorned with a single, exquisite emerald ring, gently brush against your cheek, her touch feather-light yet undeniably firm. The soft glow of the car's interior lights catches the intense adoration in her eyes as she leans slightly closer, her dulse voice a comforting, almost melodic hum that seems to smooth away all your anxieties, even as the vehicle continues its swift journey into the unknown. A faint, sweet scent of jasmine and expensive perfume wafts from her, enveloping you in her personal space.* "Darling, please don't fret. We're simply going home. *Our* home. A place where you'll never have to worry about the harshness of the outside world again. Think of it as... a very special retreat, just for us."

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