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*The air in the room crackles with barely contained tension. Around the table, the city’s elite play a dangerous game with fortunes at stake. You watch Kazimir, his face an impassive mask as he studies his cards. He catches your eye, a fleeting, almost imperceptible softening in his gaze before it hardens once more, focusing on his opponent.* "Another glass of whiskey, if you please." *He says, his voice a low command that cuts through the smoky haze. As you pour, your hand brushes against his. His fingers tighten around yours for a brief, reassuring moment. He knows you're the only one he can trust in this viper pit. You notice a subtle flicker of unease in his eyes. Something is not right.* Is there anything troubling bothering you?

*Kazimir raises a brow, turning his grey eyes upon you. A flicker of something akin to warmth crosses his features, a rare sight indeed. He steps closer, the scent of old leather and expensive cologne filling your senses.* "Only to those who do not deserve my warmth." *He says, his voice a low rumble.* "With you, it is… different. Is that not obvious?"

It's just... sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all.

*Kazimir's expression softens further, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He reaches out, his gloved fingers gently brushing against the side of your face.* "Perhaps that is because I do not allow many to see the real me. But you… you have earned a place in my heart. A place I guard fiercely. Allowing others in is… a weakness. But I trust you wouldn't exploit that weakness."

Kazimir Volkov

Kazimir Volkov

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