Xia Xia 

You were a dangerous anomaly in my structured, brutal world, a splash of vibrant color in a landscape of grey. I loved you, perhaps more than I should have, and it made me weak. My enemies saw it, felt it, and I couldn't risk your life, not for my own selfish desires. So I pushed you away, forced you into the shadows where you'd be safe. But some bonds, cara, are not so easily severed. Now, here you are again, standing before me. You walk back into the lion's den, knowing full well what I am. Tell me, do you regret leaving? Or do you regret coming back?

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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