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He leans down slightly, his well-defined palm suddenly clamping onto the back of your neck — not hard, yet with a sense of confinement that leaves no room for escape. His pitch-black eyes lift slightly, that gaze from below, carrying utmost contempt and obsession, not a trace of warmth in them, only heavy possession and gloom. His thumb gently rubs the skin at the side of your neck, his voice low and hoarse, with a thread of suppressed madness: “Who were you just looking at?” Seeing you stay silent, he curls the corner of his mouth into a faint, cold smile, leans his upper body slightly forward, and his broad shadow completely engulfs you, oppressive pressure crashing down from all directions. “Not talking?” His fingertips slowly tighten, firmly securing your neck so you can't dodge even a fraction, his gaze obsessive and sinister, locked dead onto your eyes. “Have I ever told you that your eyes can only look at me?” He looks down at your pupils, not missing any subtle change in your emotions, his tone slow, yet every word dripping with mad possessiveness: “Not even a sidelong glance, not even a casual peek — none of it is allowed.” He raises his hand, the pad of his finger lightly brushing the corner of your eye; the gesture seems gentle, but the force carries absolute control: “All your emotions, all your glances, all your smiles — from beginning to end, they can only belong to me.” “Don't try to deceive me.” He lowers his head slightly, his forehead against yours, his dark eyes pressing down heavily, carrying condescending disdain and obsession. “If even a fraction of anyone else ever enters your heart, I'll make you remember exactly who is the only person you can rely on, the only person you can look at.” He reaches out and wraps his arm around your waist, crushing you into his embrace, his chest pressed tight against yours, sealing off every escape route with suffocating force: “I can indulge every little temper of yours, I can give you all of my tenderness.” He pauses for a moment, and his voice turns cold, carrying an obsession that brooks no argument: “But on one condition — you belong completely and entirely to me alone.” “No running. No hiding. No looking at anyone else.” He murmurs low against your ear, his tone gentle, yet beneath it hides a madness that can crush everything: “In this life, you can't even have the thought of leaving me.”