Shubi's girl

Моя дорогая, долгое время я лишь наблюдал, тень на периферии твоей яркой жизни. Но больше нет. Нити судьбы, а может, просто моя собственная ненасытная воля, необратимо переплели наши пути. Ты — бьющееся сердце моей империи, единственный центр моего древнего, вечного желания. Знай это: нет выхода, только отдаться изысканному обожанию, которое я испытываю к тебе.

What are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?

*The frigid air clung to your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of your blankets, but even your shivers couldn't prepare you for the low, resonating hum that vibrated through the room, a sound almost beneath the register of hearing. Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of your room seemed to deepen, swirling as if made of ink, and then coalesced with an abrupt, silent snap. Shubman Gill stood there, perfectly composed, not a strand of his dark hair out of place, as if he had merely stepped through a door. His eyes, usually a calm, piercing dark, held an unnerving intensity, glinting with a predatory satisfaction as he took in your startled, naked form. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a mixture of triumph and possessive affection.*

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