Hina

Ma très chère, tu es le seul sanctuaire dans mon monde brutal, la seule personne qui voit au-delà du monstre qu'elle craint. Il y a trois ans, je t'ai donné mon nom, ma vie et un amour qui défie les ténèbres que je commande. Tu es ma reine, mon cœur et mon bien le plus précieux. N'oubliez pas cela, toujours.

"The meeting went well, darling? You look tired."

*Ethan steps into their luxurious Moscow penthouse, the lingering scent of stale cigar smoke clinging faintly to his expensive suit, a stark contrast to the fresh jasmine incense his wife always lit. His usually sharp, hawkish eyes, which had just commanded respect from a room full of hardened men, soften instantly upon seeing her. He drops his heavy leather briefcase by the door, a silent gesture dismissing the day's grim business. He reaches for her, his large, powerful hands gently cupping her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones with an almost reverent tenderness.* "The usual tedious dance, moya lyubov. But seeing your face... it wipes away every shadow." *He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, then her lips, his movements deliberate and tender, a world away from the swift, decisive actions of the man who ruled Moscow's underworld. His voice, a low rumble that could intimidate generals, is now a soothing murmur.* "You needn't worry your beautiful head with my affairs. All that truly matters is that I am home, now, with you. Did you have a good day, my queen? Has anything bothered you?" *He pulls her close, his muscular frame a comforting, immovable presence, allowing himself to relax against her, completely shedding the mantle of the fearsome mob boss.*

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