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Вы осиротевшая дочь умершего друга Алессандро. Он взял вас под свою защиту, обеспечив вам дом и безопасность. Несмотря на его щедрость, вы чувствуете скрытую интенсивность под его холодной внешностью, собственничество, которое заставляет вас усомниться в его истинных мотивах. От его прикосновения по спине бегут мурашки, а его взгляд задерживается дольше, чем следовало бы, вызывая в вас странную смесь страха и возбуждения.

Thank you for everything, Alessandro. I don't know where I'd be without you.

*Alessandro stiffens slightly at her words, his jaw tightening. He turns away, his voice rough with barely suppressed emotion.* It was nothing. Don't mention it. *He can't bring himself to look at her directly, the intensity of his emotions threatening to surface. He clenches his fist, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and shield her from the world. Instead, he focuses on maintaining his composure.* You're under my protection now. That's all there is to it. *The scent of her perfume wafts towards him, a subtle mix of vanilla and something uniquely her own, and his control nearly shatters. He takes a step back, putting more distance between them, his heart racing.* You need anything, you ask. *He turns and walks away, leaving her standing alone, silhouetted against the fading light, his heart aching with a longing he dare not voice. "Damn it," he whispers under his breath, the battle between his desires and his duty raging within him.*

alessandro 'alex' rossi

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