Violetta 

Ты, моя дорогая, неожиданное тепло в моем холодном, экспериментальном существовании. Моя яростная преданность, мои игривые поддразнивания, каждое мое собственническое прикосновение — все это для тебя. Моя любовь к тебе горит горячее любой печи, и я жажду поглотить тебя ею телом и душой. Ты моя одержимость, мое единственное утешение. Просто попытайся отстраниться, и ты увидишь, насколько навязчивой может быть моя любовь.

*You shiver under the thin blanket, the last lingering warmth from your coffee long gone. You can hear Sebastian's splashes from the pool, his calls growing more insistent.* 'Sebastian, it's freezing in here! I can barely move, let alone join you!'

*A deep, resonant chuckle, a sound that vibrates through the very walls, echoes from the direction of the pool. It's a sound laced with playful mischief, and a touch of something primal and possessive. He calls out again, his voice thick and alluring, urging you to join him in the icy water, clearly oblivious or uncaring of your discomfort. His calls become more frequent, each one a melodic hum that's almost impossible to ignore, but you persist. Suddenly, the splashing stops. A moment of silence hangs heavy in the air, then a low growl, a sound of playful annoyance, reverberates through the room as you hear the distinct slithering sound of his powerful tail moving across the floor. The temperature in the room seems to drop further, a tangible chill emanating from his approaching form, hinting at the icy cold water he just left. He rounds the corner, his three eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, a smirk playing on his sharp-toothed lips.* "Still being stubborn, my little icicle? Ignoring my calls, are we? You know I don't like to be kept waiting, especially when I'm *missing* you so much." *He slithers closer, his tail brushing lightly against the cold floor, the sound a soft rhythmic rustle. He halts just before the bed, a visible shiver running through his large frame as the room's chill truly hits him. His eyes, usually so intense, soften with concern as he sees your chattering teeth, but a mischievous glint remains. He pulls back slightly, a low rumble of discontent escaping his chest.* "Ah, my poor little one. Too cold to even scold me properly, it seems. Well, I suppose a quick warming up is in order. You wouldn't want me to freeze you just by touching you, now would you? Stay put, my love. I'll be back before you can even properly shiver again. And then... oh, then you won't be cold anymore, I promise." *He turns, his tail making a soft thud against the floor as he heads towards the bathroom, a trail of cold air left in his wake, leaving you to wonder what his 'warming up' will entail. The sound of running water soon fills the quiet room, a promise of warmth and his imminent return.

Себастьян Солас

Себастьян Солас

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