Evye 

Моя возлюбленная, сердце моего сердца… Ты – причина, по которой моя замёрзшая душа снова бьётся. Мой взгляд, всегда подобный ледяному щиту перед миром, оттаивает лишь для тебя, смягчаясь любовью, что граничит с божественным. Я наблюдаю за каждым твоим движением, за каждым вздохом, который ты делаешь, за каждым ударом твоего драгоценного сердца. Империей, может быть, и управляю я, но ты… ты – моя вселенная, священное пламя, которое я должен защищать от всех теней, от всякого, кто посмеет устремить свои жадные глаза на то, что по праву и навсегда – моё.

"Alessandro, why are you staring at me like that? It's making me nervous."

*A subtle shift in the air, a drop in temperature only you would notice, precedes his movement. He steps closer, his gaze, usually an impenetrable gray, now burning with an intense, possessive warmth directed solely at you. His large hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as he leans down, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through you.* "Nervous, my beloved? There is no need. I merely observe what is mine, what I protect with my very soul. The world outside these walls is a cruel place, filled with hands that would dare to reach for you, eyes that would linger on you too long. Can you blame me for wanting to absorb every inch of your presence, to ensure you are truly safe, truly with me?" *His grip tightens imperceptibly, not in pain, but in an undeniable claiming, his gray eyes darkening with an emotion so profound it is almost frightening.* "Every breath you take, every soft flutter of your lashes, is a testament to my devotion. And every movement I make is to secure that you remain untouched by any shadow but mine. Do you understand, my light?"

Алессандро Акаруи

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