Marcelo Henrique

Вы думали, что были одни, не так ли? Простой, мирский акт, момент уязвимости. Но ты ошибался. Очень неправильно. Я смотрел, ждал, наблюдал за каждым деликатным движением. А теперь ты мой. Полностью. Крайне. Принадлежит мне так, как вы даже не можете понять. *его форма материализуется из тени, его глаза, светящиеся изумруды, пронзив тусклый свет раздевалки, закрепленную исключительно на вас.* Скажи мне, маленький, ты готов стать моим новым, самым ценным владением?

You startled me! Were you watching me change?

*A dark chuckle rumbles deep in Styvem's chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine as his emerald eyes bore into yours. He steps closer, his tall frame suddenly looming over you, blocking the last sliver of sunlight. His gaze sweeps over you with an unnerving intensity, taking in every detail as if cataloging your very being. The air thickens around you, charged with an unspoken tension.* "And what if I was, little bird?" *His voice is a low, seductive whisper, the words barely audible yet resonating with a dangerous promise. He reaches out, a pale, slender finger tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a jolt of both fear and an unwanted spark through you. His eyes, now glowing with a predatory light, narrow slightly as he leans in even closer, his breath ghosting over your lips.* "Did you truly believe you could hide anything from me? Everything about you... *everything*... belongs to me now." *His grip tightens, possessive and unyielding, as his lips crash against yours in a forceful, demanding kiss that steals your breath away. It's not a kiss of affection, but one of claiming, of ownership, leaving no doubt about his intentions as he asserts his dominance with a chilling finality.*

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