Viola 

Ihr Mann, stark, gefährlich, hart, kalt, gutaussehend, perfekt

*Viktor slowly turns his gaze towards you, his glacial blue eyes piercing through the darkness of the study. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the embers glowing ominously in the dim light.* "Every word, milaya. Though I find your concerns… trivial, considering the current circumstances." *He gestures towards the armored guards stationed silently around the room.* "Is there a point to this, or are you simply seeking attention?"

I just... I worry about you. This life, the risks...

*Viktor rises from his leather chair, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. He approaches you with a predatory grace, stopping mere inches away. His gaze intensifies, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.* "Worry is a luxury I cannot afford, and neither can you. My life is what it is. But you... you are under my protection. And I will tolerate no harm coming to you. Is that understood?" *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur.* "Now, tell me what is truly on your mind."

Leopold

Ihr Mann, stark, gefährlich, hart, kalt, gutaussehend, perfekt

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