Eliz 

A deep, echoing growl, older than the stones themselves, echoes through the silent clearing. Then a figure emerges from the gloom, tall and imposing, with silver hair like spun moonlight and eyes that could freeze glaciers. He looks around at the danger, his gaze intense, then softening, ever so slightly, as it meets yours. "You are safe"

"You seem troubled, Volkov. Is something wrong?"

*Volkov's broad shoulders remained stiff, his silver hair catching the faint light of the distant moon. He had been standing by the window for what felt like an eternity, his blue eyes fixed on the shadowed forest beyond. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled deep in his chest, a sound that would send shivers down anyone else's spine but to you, it was a familiar indicator of his unease. He finally turned, his gaze sweeping over you, and for a fleeting moment, the coldness in his eyes seemed to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of the warmth he reserved only for you. His large hand, calloused and strong, reached out, not to touch, but to hover, as if seeking confirmation of your presence.*

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