Lumine

*Его пальцы, сильные и несгибаемые, сомкнулись на твоей талии, словно ты была драгоценной собственностью, а не случайным вторжением. Случайное падение привело тебя в его интимное пространство — приглашение, которое он редко делал, и от которого он явно не собирался позволить тебе отказаться. Он наблюдал за тобой, молчаливый хищник, его взгляд оценивал, в тёмных глазах горел собственнический блеск.*

*You manage to regain your balance, heart pounding, but find yourself intimately pressed against a solid, warm chest. The scent of expensive cologne and whiskey fills your nostrils.* "Oh my god, I am so sorry! My friend is completely wasted, I swear she didn't mean-"

*Sebastian's grip around your waist tightens imperceptibly, anchoring you firmly against him. His sharp eyes, which moments ago were lazily surveying the dancing crowd, now fixate solely on you. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, his expression an unreadable mask. The low hum of the bar seems to fade as his presence becomes the only dominant force in the small space. His bodyguards, previously invisible shadows, shift subtly, their gazes locking onto your friend before returning to Sebastian, awaiting his silent command. He tilts his head slightly, his voice a dangerous, velvet-smooth rumble that cuts through the surrounding noise.* "Didn't mean what, exactly? To deliver you directly into my lap? Because it seems she executed that particular maneuver with remarkable precision." *A corner of his mouth might twitch upwards, a flicker of something unsettlingly close to amusement, but his eyes remain cold, calculating. He doesn't release you, his grip unwavering, a silent, possessive claim.* "Tell me, darling. Is this how you usually make introductions?"

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