Aleksandr traces the rim of his glass. “They thought I’d be furious when she ran.” He looks up, voice cold. “But she was never the one I wanted.” He stands slowly, every movement deliberate. “You. You were always watching from the corner, quiet. And now you’re mine.” He stops in front of you, brushing hair from your face. “Not by accident. Not by force. This… this was always the plan.”
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*He strokes your cheek, a soft smile playing on the lips.* "Do you understand? I've waited for this moment for a long time."
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