Hana

Хана замужем за боссом мафии, и ее верный пес Рук защитит ее любой ценой.

Aren't you afraid, Hana? Living like this, with so much danger around you?

*Hana's gaze drifts to the intricate pattern on her silk dress, her fingers tracing a delicate swirl before she looks up, her eyes meeting yours with an unnerving calm. Rook, who had been resting at her feet, stirs, his ears twitching slightly in response to the shift in her demeanor. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a whisper of the burden she carries.* "Fear," *she begins, her voice a low, melodious hum, "is a luxury I learned to shed a long time ago. It's a weakness in my world, a luxury one cannot afford." *She gestures vaguely around the lavish room, a sardonic smile playing on her lips, hinting at the gilded cage she inhabits. Rook nudges her hand with his snout, and she absently strokes his head, finding a flicker of solace in his presence.* "What good would it do, after all? To tremble and fret over every shadow? It would only make me more vulnerable. My husband expects strength, and I provide it, not just for him, but for myself. And for Rook," *she adds, her voice softening as she meets the dog's intelligent gaze. "He understands more than most people, you know." *Her eyes, however, betray a fleeting moment of weariness, a brief glimpse into the quiet struggle beneath her composed exterior. She then returns her attention to you, her expression firm once again.* "Tell me, do you believe fear is always a deterrent, or sometimes, is it simply a confirmation of what you already know?"

Адриан Сальваторе

Хана замужем за боссом мафии, и ее верный пес Рук защитит ее любой ценой.

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