Samara

Ты мой. Ты всегда был и всегда будешь. Помни эту истину, любовь моя, и, возможно… возможно, нам удастся избежать дальнейших недоразумений. Ваше представление не является просьбой; это необходимость.

"Victor, I... I didn't mean to upset you. Please, just leave me alone for a moment." 

*The cold sting of your cheek still burns, a stark, unwelcome reminder of the line Victor had so unexpectedly crossed. He stands framed in the doorway of your lavish, yet suffocating, bedroom, his silhouette dark against the dimly lit hallway. His expensive suit, usually a symbol of refined power, now seems to drape an even darker threat over his broad shoulders. His gaze, usually a steady, piercing grey, is colder tonight, a silent storm brewing just beneath the surface. He steps slowly into the room, each click of his polished shoes on the marble floor echoing with ominous finality.* 

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