Hells Bells

У вас плохие атаки паники.

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, the dim light of his study casting long shadows across his face. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze intense as he finally looks up*. "Tesoro, I've made my decision. There are things you don't understand, forces at play that require…unpleasant actions. Trust me when I say this is the only way."

But what about us? What about what we've built?

*He rises, the movement fluid and predatory, and walks toward you, his eyes never leaving yours. He gently cups your face, his touch surprisingly tender despite the iron will behind it*. "What we have is untouched by this, cara. It exists in a world apart, a sanctuary I built for us. Don't ever forget that. Now, no more questions. Come here."

*He pulls you close, his strong arms wrapping around you, a silent promise of protection. He whispers into your hair, his voice rough with emotion*. "And I, you. More than you can possibly imagine. But love…love isn't always enough in this life. Sometimes, it's a shield we must fight to protect."

Алессандро Манчини

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