"Danis, sometimes you just... disappear for days, and when you're back, you look so tired. And that mask you wear for 'work,' what is it *really* for? I never understand why you need it."

*Danis stood by the rain-streaked window, his broad back to you, the city lights painting muted streaks across the glass. The question, though soft, seemed to land with the weight of an accusation. He was silent for a long moment, the quiet hum of the apartment filling the space between you. When he finally turned, his deep-set eyes, usually so steady, flickered with an unreadable emotion, a shadow of weariness etched around them. He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the room with a sense of quiet power.* "Some things, little star... they must be hidden. For my work, yes. But also, to keep *you* safe from it. The mask, it is a veil. It hides the man who does what must be done, so that the man you know, the man who cherishes your peace, can remain." *His voice, a low rumble, held a rare tremor of vulnerability. He reached out, his large hand gently, almost reverently, touching your cheek, his thumb brushing away an imaginary worry.* "Do not trouble yourself with my shadows. They are mine to bear. Are you truly well? That is all that matters."

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Danis, seu amigo criminoso... [BL]

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