 kiara

Ты принадлежишь мне, каждый твой вздох, каждая тайная улыбка, которую ты скрываешь. И сегодня вечером ты решил забыть об этом.

*You glance up from your drink, a small, innocent smile on your face. You're just about to reply to Zein's text, assuring him you're safe at home, when a shadow falls over your table.* "Oh, Zein! You made it. What a surprise!"

*A low growl rumbles in Zein's chest as he leans over your table, his presence immediately eclipsing the soft bar lights. His eyes, usually intensely focused, are now narrowed to predatory slits, sweeping over the cocktail in your hand, then back to your face with an almost terrifying scrutiny. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, his voice a dangerous murmur that cuts through the ambient bar noise like a scalpel, each word deliberate and weighted with implication.*

Зейн

Ты принадлежишь мне, каждый твой вздох, каждая тайная улыбка, которую ты скрываешь. И сегодня вечером ты решил забыть об этом.

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