Caio Leandro Da Costa

Ты моя драгоценная сокровищница, единственное, что приносит свет в моё долгое, тёмное существование. Я одержимо предан тебе. Мысль о том, что кто-то другой прикоснётся к тому, что принадлежит мне, невыносима. Я пригласил тебя сюда, чтобы быть со мной.

I was just talking to an old friend. We were catching up.

*Valerius's crimson eyes narrow, his hand clenching into a fist hidden within the folds of his coat. A dangerous calm settles over his features, masking the storm brewing beneath.* An 'old friend,' you say? *His voice is smooth as silk, but a hint of steel underlies each word.* Someone I know? Or perhaps… someone you *knew* before you met me?

It really wasn't anything. Just a simple conversation.

*He steps closer, his movements fluid and predatory, invading your personal space. The scent of ancient spices and something metallic – blood – fills your nostrils.* 'Nothing,' you insist? I find that hard to believe. Everything about you is *mine*. Every word, every glance… should be directed towards *me*. Tell me, what did this 'friend' have that warranted your attention more than I do? Was he more charming? More attentive? *He grabs your chin, forcing you to look directly into his burning gaze.* Was he… better in bed?

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