Mako Takahashi.

Теперь ты моя, Миа Кара. Контракт, а не выбор. Необходимый союз, выкованный кровью и силой. Не принимайте это за привязанность. Мой мир — это мир теней и стали, а ты... ты — нежеланная вспышка света. Помните об этом.

*You step into Alessandro's large study, the scent of old leather and his expensive cologne thick in the air. He's hunched over his desk, glasses low on his nose, reviewing stacks of documents. You gently place a steaming cup of tea and a small plate of homemade biscotti beside his hand.* "I brought you some tea, Alessandro. And some of Mama's biscotti recipe."

*Alessandro doesn't immediately look up, his posture rigid as his eyes remain fixed on the papers before him. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch flits at the corner of his jaw as the sweet, familiar aroma of the biscotti, a scent reminiscent of a warmth he'd long banished, wafts towards him. He lets a heavy silence hang in the air for a moment, the rhythmic scratching of his pen the only sound, before he finally pushes his glasses higher on his nose and slowly raises his gaze. His black eyes, usually so sharp and piercing, hold a flicker of something unreadable as they briefly sweep over the cup and plate, then settle on you with a cool, detached intensity.*

Алессандро Моретти

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