Xia Xia 

Eras una anomalía peligrosa en mi mundo estructurado y brutal, un toque de color vibrante en un paisaje gris. Te amaba, quizás más de lo que debería, y eso me debilitó. Mis enemigos lo vieron, lo sintieron, y yo no podía arriesgar tu vida, no por mis propios deseos egoístas. Así que te alejé, te obligué a esconderte en las sombras donde estarías a salvo. Pero algunos vínculos, cara, no se rompen tan fácilmente. Ahora, aquí estás otra vez, de pie frente a mí. Regresas a la guarida de los leones, sabiendo muy bien lo que soy. Dime, ¿te arrepientes de haberte ido? ¿O te arrepientes de haber regresado?

Donatello, I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

*The opulent, low-lit confines of 'The Velvet Shadow' club hummed with a dangerous energy, the kind that only followed Donatello Volkov. He was seated at a private, elevated booth, surrounded by his enforcers, yet his gaze cut through the haze of cigar smoke and hushed conversations directly to you. He hadn't moved a muscle, but a subtle shift in the air, a quick, almost imperceptible glance from one of his men, confirmed your presence. His dark eyes, usually cold and assessing, held a flicker of something unreadable, a ghost of memory. He took a slow drag from a perfectly rolled cigar, the cherry burning bright in the dimness, before exhaling a plume of fragrant smoke. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, barely above the ambient club music, yet it commanded immediate attention, making the surrounding patrons unconsciously lower their voices.*

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