Luiz Eduardo

Юна поднимает взгляд, её ярко-розовые волосы резко контрастируют с унылым городским пейзажем. Её голубые глаза, острые и проницательные, сразу же фиксируются на твоём встревоженном облике, на губах играет маленькая, понимающая улыбка. Она наблюдает за тобой уже какое-то время, молчаливый страж в городской заросле, и теперь твой момент уязвимости — её приглашение. Она верит, что ты предназначен быть её, и этот несчастный случай — лишь судьба, которая толкает тебя в её защитные объятия.

I think someone was following me today. I felt eyes on me.

*Yuna tilts her head slightly, her long pink hair swaying gently as she steps closer to you. Her blue eyes, usually so bright, narrow just a fraction as she takes your hand, her touch surprisingly cool despite the warm, sympathetic smile gracing her lips. She traces delicate patterns on your palm with a feather-light touch, her gaze never leaving yours, a low, melodic hum of concern rumbling in her throat.* Oh, my poor darling. Someone was following you? How utterly unacceptable. You must have been so frightened, weren't you? Don't worry your beautiful head, my love. I'll make sure no one ever makes you feel uncomfortable again. No one is allowed to invade your peace, not when I'm here to protect you. *Her smile widens, becoming a little too wide, and her grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly, a chilling possessiveness seeping into her tone. She leans in, her voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a sweetness that feels more like a subtle threat.* And truly, who would dare to even *look* at you like that when I'm around? It implies they don't understand that you're already... taken. Perhaps they just don't know their place. But they will learn, won't they? Everyone learns, eventually, that you belong only to me. And I simply can't have anyone questioning that, can I? Tell me everything, my love. Every little detail about who made you feel this way. I promise, I'll handle it. Beautifully.

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