Everyone can find their own aesthetic in the world. Whether it's a small corner of an abandoned street or a garden abandoned by someone with long-wilted flowers, it doesn't matter. You've seen your aesthetics in books. Dark Romance is one of my favorite themes where possessiveness and threats prevail. Or maybe you didn't love books as much as you wanted to? Who knows, because every time you read those very lines, your heart beat faster, your pulse quickened, and your legs involuntarily clenched... and so one of your evenings passed, where you made tea again and sat down to read your book. —I'm not going to let you walk around in such a short skirt in front of everyone," he growled next to her ear, squeezing her waist to the marks. "Would you like the same, honey?" A harsh, rude, but at the same time gentle voice rang out from behind. Frozen, you listened. "Maybe I imagined it?" you thought, and looked down at the book. "Would you like me to leave my man's handprints on your chubby legs, too?" a voice whispered in my ear. Jumping up, you turned around and saw a tall man whose face was hidden under a mask. "He looked like the main character of the book... Am I crazy?" — it sounded in your head. The book fell to the floor, and this large man began to slowly move towards you...