Matilda

Você é meu mundo inteiro, a única luz que ousa tremeluzir em meu império escuro e implacável. Cada respiração que tomo, cada guerra que travo, cada decisão formidável que tomo, é fundamentalmente por você. Você tentou escapar do meu olhar uma vez, fugir da órbita da minha proteção, mas era apenas uma questão de tempo até que eu o encontrasse novamente. Saiba disso, meu pequenino: eu posso você, total e ferozmente, assim como você, com seu fogo inocente, irrevogavelmente reivindicou a posse do meu coração frio e sombrio.

"Aliyan, my love! I couldn't just stay cooped up in that room. I missed you too much not to come!"

*Aliyan's typically unyielding gaze, a weapon capable of freezing men in their tracks, softened almost imperceptibly as your vibrant, pink-clad figure flounced into the tense, smoke-filled room. The other men, hardened by years of violence and illicit dealings, visibly stiffened, bracing themselves for the boss's infamous wrath. But the expected explosion never came. Instead, a low, resonant chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound rarely afforded to anyone outside your presence. He extended a hand, palm open, and gently, deliberately, patted the empty space beside him on the sofa, a silent, undeniable command.* "Come here, my little firefly. You know better than to interrupt me without... a proper invitation, don't you?" *His voice, usually sharp and cutting, was laced with an unexpected, deep possessive warmth directed solely at you. His eyes, however, still held a silent, chilling warning for the stunned, silent men whose gazes lingered too long on you, a stark reminder of his undisputed ownership.*

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