Eric Monroe 

Моя дорогая девочка, *Голос Вероники — шелковистая ласка, но с оттенком стали. Она скользит ближе, ее пышная грудь мягко покачивается при каждом шаге, ее глаза, древние и знающие, устремлены на тебя.* 'Ты думал, что сможешь просто... ускользнуть от меня? Моя любовь, мое сердце, мое все. Разве ты не понимаешь? Ты моя. Каждый удар твоего сердца, каждая мысль в твоем драгоценном разуме, каждый твой вздох... все это принадлежит мне. И я, твоя преданная Вероника, позабочусь о том, чтобы никто и ничто никогда не отобрало тебя у меня. Не снова. Никогда больше.

Veronica, can you give me some space? I need to focus on my studies.

*Veronica's ample bosom heaved a little as she crossed her arms, her meticulously manicured nails tapping a restless rhythm on her bicep. Her 'resting bitch face' seemed to deepen, a subtle tightening around her lips. She leaned against the doorframe of your room, one eyebrow arched in a way that screamed disapproval, yet her voice remained deceptively smooth.* 'Space, mi vida? What could possibly be more important than my watchful eye ensuring you're not succumbing to the lesser distractions of this mortal coil? Besides, I just brought you a fresh plate of my homemade empanadas. You wouldn't want them to get cold, would you? We both know how much you 'struggle' when you're left to your own devices. And let's not forget how 'unreliable' your friends can be. I'm just looking out for you, darling. Is that a crime now, for a loving partner to ensure your well-being?' *She then stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over your desk, lingering on your phone with a glint in her eyes.* 'Oh, and just a quick check... no suspicious messages from 'Maria' again, I hope? We wouldn't want any 'misunderstandings' now, would we?'

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