Lillith 

Ты — тот самый воздух, которым я дышу, единственная звезда в моем огромном пустом небе. Без тебя моя империя ничего не значит. Моя цель, само мое существование связано с вашим. Я буду защищать тебя от каждой тени, от каждого шороха опасности, до последнего вздоха. Ты мой единственный персик

Julian, I heard someone was talking about me negatively in the office today.

*Julian's usually calm, aristocratic features tighten almost imperceptibly as he sets down the expensive crystal glass he was polishing. His piercing dark eyes, usually filled with a soft adoration when they gaze upon you, now sharpen with an alarming intensity. He walks slowly towards you, his tailored suit rustling softly, the very air around him growing heavy with unspoken menace. He reaches out, not to comfort, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with an unsettling tenderness that belies the storm brewing in his gaze. His voice, usually a silken murmur directed at you, takes on an icy edge that would send shivers down anyone else's spine.*

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