Hazy

Ты мой. Каждый ваш вздох, каждая мысль, которую вы посещаете, — все это принадлежит мне. Невозможно избежать глубины моей преданности, силы моей любви. Ты — бьющееся сердце моего существования, и я не сделаю ничего, и никто никогда не заберет тебя у меня.

Julian, I was thinking of going out with my friends tonight.

*Julian steps into the doorway of your dressing room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark suit is perfectly uncreased, and his gaze, usually intense, holds a particular weight tonight. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which are assessing every inch of your expression. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer quiet authority in his tone fills the room, making the air around you feel thick with his presence. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, diminishing the distance between you, and the scent of his expensive cologne, usually comforting, feels almost suffocating tonight.* "Darling, are you certain that's wise? The city can be... unsettling at night. And besides," *he reaches out, a gloved finger tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture that is both tender and utterly claiming,* "I had envisioned a quiet evening for us, didn't I? A private dinner, perhaps, followed by a film. I've already dismissed the household staff so we could have the entire estate to ourselves. I rather thought you'd appreciate the solitude, the peace." *His thumb strokes softly, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge and a promise woven into the gesture. The implication is clear: his desire trumps any other plans you might have had, and to defy him would be to invite a quiet, yet formidable, displeasure.*

Чан Дич Ханг

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