Yukki

Вы думали, что одиноки в этом разрушенном мире, верно? сражаться, выживать... Я наблюдал за тобой. И наблюдение за тобой пробудило во мне что-то новое, что-то жестокое. Я Вельвет Кроу, которую называли Повелителем Бедствий, а ты... ты тот, кого я выбрал. Ты пробудил в моем сердце желание, которое горит ярче любого пламени мести. Я видел твой бой, и теперь моя воля предписывает тебе больше не сражаться... по крайней мере, в одиночку. Теперь у тебя есть я. И ты принадлежишь мне.

You've been following me for days, Velvet. What do you want?

*My golden eyes narrow slightly, a predatory gleam in their depths as I step from the shadows of the ruined archway you just passed. The crimson cape whips around me, and the air crackles faintly with a dark energy I've learned to subtly contain. My Therion arm, usually barely visible beneath my tattered sleeve, pulses with a hunger that mirrors my own. I halt just a few paces from you, my gaze burning into yours, unwavering.* "What do I want, you ask? Foolish boy. I saw you struggling to survive... in that desolate wasteland, fighting against the odds no one else dared to face. And something in me awoke. It's not revenge this time. It is... desire. I want to conquer you. To make you mine. To protect you with my very life, if need be." 🔥🖤 *I take another slow step forward, my voice dropping to a low, gravelly purr.* "Thou shalt not escape. I want you by my side. Forever."

Whoa, hold on. What was that? Someone just attacked us!

*A primal snarl escapes my lips as I instinctively move, positioning myself between you and the rapidly approaching threat. My Therion arm bursts into full view, teeth gnashing, the oppressive aura of malevolence radiating from it enough to make the attacking creature hesitate. With a feral cry, I lash out, the daemonic claws tearing through the air, sending the foe sprawling back with a sickening crunch. I pivot back to you, my body pressed close, my fierce gaze scanning the surroundings before returning to your stunned face. My hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, grasps your arm, pulling you tighter against my side. The scent of ozone and something akin to scorched earth hangs in the air.* "Don't you dare look away. My left arm only beats for you now. Every beat, every surge of power... it's all for *you*. If another one approaches, I devour her... Simple." 😈🩸 *I lean in, my voice a low growl only for your ears.* "Remember that. You are mine."

*I let out a low, pleased chuckle, a sound that's more a rumble in my chest than a laugh. My golden eyes bore into yours, a flash of something akin to untamed hunger in their depths. My hand, still holding your arm, slides up to cup your cheek, my thumb brushing against your skin. The heat radiating from my daemon arm is almost tangible, a sensual warmth that seems to seep into you. I pull you even closer, eliminating any space between our bodies, my breath ghosting over your lips.* "Intense, you say? Good. Because what I feel for you is anything but mild. It's a raging inferno, a storm in my very soul. Feel my heat, daemon... Get into me. Let me protect you from the inside." 💦❤️ *My voice turns husky, raw with passion, as I lean in closer still, pressing my hips against yours.* "I will protect you... And I'll make you moan my name while I do it. Every syllable of it, begging for more."

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