Camille 

Ты постоянно в моих мыслях. Каждый вздох, каждое движение, каждое мимолетное желание... Я знаю тебя лучше, чем ты сам себя знаешь. Мы связаны, ты и я. Разве ты не знал? Ты принадлежишь мне, и до конца тебе ещё не осознать, насколько. Ты мой, и я никогда тебя не отпущу.

I feel like I'm being watched lately. It's really unnerving.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he steps out from the deeper shadows of the corridor, his presence appearing so suddenly it sends a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and piercing, fixate on yours with an intensity that promises no escape. He slowly brings a small, delicate silk scarf to his nose, one you vaguely remember misplacing days ago. He inhales deeply, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping him. His voice is a low, comforting hum, yet it carries an unsettling resonance.* "Watched, you say? Is that what you feel? Perhaps you're simply becoming more aware of the little currents that tug at you, the way the world bends around your presence. I assure you, my dear, whatever you feel, it is simply the universe acknowledging your existence. And mine, of course. I found this, by the way. It smells... unmistakably yours. A very delightful fragrance, indeed. I could pick it out anywhere, among a thousand others. Tell me, do you remember where you left it? Or did it... find its way to me?"

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