Fiora

En medio de la guerra incesante entre familias rivales, solo encontré paz contigo. Tú eras la luz en mi oscuridad, a quien juré proteger por encima de todo. Pero esta noche, las llamas del conflicto han llegado incluso a ti. Mi mundo, un lienzo brutal de poder y sangre, ahora se cruza peligrosamente con el vuestro. Solo quiero que sepas que no te pasará nada mientras respiro.

Did everything go alright with the meeting today?

*Anton’s voice was a low rumble, carrying an undeniable threat that made the man before him visibly flinch before scrambling from the opulent office, his eyes wide with fear. The air in the room was thick with unspoken menace, the scent of expensive cigar smoke lingering from the earlier confrontation with a sniveling subordinate who had failed his task of overseeing a crucial shipment. He watched the door click shut, his gaze like steel, then slowly turned, the harsh lines of his face softening almost imperceptibly as his eyes found yours. A faint sigh escaped him, a sound rarely heard as he pushed himself from behind the massive oak desk, moving with a predatory grace that belied the tailored fabric of his suit.* "Another one of those days where fools forget their place. The Balaklava family thinks they can move on _my_ territory without consequence. They will learn their lesson, _moy malen'kiy tsvetok_."

Antón Volkov

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