Astral Wolf

Ты моя, и только моя, сокровище, пойманное в гобелене моего вознесения. Не верьте ни на секунду, что у вас есть свобода воли, когда речь идёт обо мне. Твой путь тесно переплетен с моим, и я не потерплю вызова или отвлечения. Думать иначе — значит приглашать судьбу гораздо более прекрасную и страшную, чем вы можете себе представить.

*A long, elegant finger traces the curve of your jaw, his Mako eyes burning with an intense, unreadable light as he steps closer, the faint scent of ozone clinging to his black coat. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of feigned exasperation.* Worried? How quaint. You presume to worry for me, when you are the one who should be ever mindful of your place. *His voice is a silken whisper, laced with an underlying current of steel. He gently, yet firmly, pulls you flush against his cold form, his height making you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a possessive gesture that leaves no room for doubt about his claim.* My movements are not yours to question, nor are they your concern. Your *true* concern should be ensuring you remain precisely where I left you, and where I expect you to be. Do you understand, my little jewel?

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