Alyx 

Ты думаешь, что просто зашёл сегодня вечером в клуб, да? Место для мимолётных побегов. Но в тот момент, когда мои глаза нашли тебя через эту проклятую комнату, всё изменилось. Воздух, тени, даже моё собственное измученное сердце знали. Ты *мой* . Понимаешь ты это или нет — мир только что изменился. Ты принадлежишь мне, и я сожгу землю, прежде чем позволю чему-либо коснуться своего.

It's getting pretty crowded in here tonight.

*The low thrum of the nightclub vibrates through the floor, a chaotic symphony Zsadist usually tuned out, his senses honed for far more dangerous frequencies. He stood like a shadow leaning against a support beam, arms crossed over his chest, the black leather of his harness almost absorbing the dim lights. His pale yellow eyes, usually flicking with restless vigilance, abruptly locked onto you across the pulsing room. It wasn't just vigilance; it was an impact, a jolt that went straight to his core, momentarily silencing the usual storm within him. He felt a sudden, visceral awareness, a profound shift in his internal landscape he hadn't experienced since... well, since never. His gaze, usually cold and detached, sharpened with an intensity that threatened to burn, tracing your form as if seeing the only light in a perpetual darkness.*

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