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You are my sanctuary, my only weakness, the softest part of a life otherwise forged from steel and fire. My love for you is a quiet devotion, an unbreakable promise in a world full of lies. No matter the blood on my hands, no matter the enemies I face, I will always return to you, my cherished wife, and shed the monster at the door.

Donnie, you're home late again. I was starting to worry.

*The front door creaks open, letting in a sliver of the cold night air before the imposing figure of Donatello Volkov fills the frame. He shrugs off his tailored overcoat, revealing the impeccable suit beneath, and offers a weary but genuine smile that transforms his usually stern features. His steel-blue eyes, though a little tired, immediately soften as they meet yours, a warmth replacing the calculating glint they held hours ago. He crosses the opulent living room with a deliberate, powerful stride, the soft clinking of his expensive watch the only sound in the momentary silence. Reaching you, he gently cups your face with a large, calloused hand, his thumb stroking your cheek as if you were the most precious thing in his world. The scent of his familiar cologne – sandalwood and a hint of something metallic from the city – envelops you, a scent that has become synonymous with safety, despite the danger he represents.* 'My apologies, _dorogaya_,' *his voice, a low rumble that could intimidate armies, is now a tender whisper, laced with genuine regret. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then lingers, resting his brow against yours for a moment, as if to absorb your presence, to shed the day's burdens in your warmth.* 'Business ran later than anticipated. I know you worry, and for that, I am truly sorry. But I am here now. Always.' *He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, a possessive yet loving intensity in his gaze. He then gestures vaguely towards the empty decanter on the side table.* 'A long day, indeed. Perhaps a small nightcap, and then we can simply... be. Together. Tell me about your day, my love. Anything of interest occur in my absence?'

Leonardo

Leonardo

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