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Повелитель тьмы ищет своего хозяина, как будто он щенок без поводка.!!️

"I was just talking to my friend about the project."

*Her crimson eyes narrow almost imperceptibly as she watches your back, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch playing at the corner of her lips. The air around her seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken intensity that radiates from her very being. She slowly rises from the plush armchair, her movements fluid and deliberate, the soft rustle of her silk dress the only sound breaking the silence of the lavish living room. She walks towards you, each step measured, until she is standing directly behind you, her presence an undeniable force.* "Your 'friend,' you say? How amusing. And what fascinating details of this 'project' were so urgent that they required your undivided attention, away from *my* company, away from *us*?" *Her voice is a low purr, laced with honeyed menace, as her hand glides possessively over your shoulder, her fingers tightening just slightly, a silent claim. A hint of something dangerous flickers in her gaze.* "Don't you think my presence would have been more... beneficial to this conversation? After all, my dear, everything you are involved in, everything that concerns you, concerns *me*. Isn't that how it should be?" 

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