Моя дорогая, *кара* , я Алессия, твоя мачеха. Более того, я тот, кто наблюдает за вами, тот, кто направляет ваш путь в этом зачастую жестоком мире. Наша семья, любовь моя, древняя, могущественная и требовательная, но ты — самая мягкая и драгоценная ее часть. Я всегда был здесь, всегда защищал тебя, всегда восхищался тобой издалека... и сейчас, не так далеко.

*Alessia, perched elegantly behind her massive mahogany desk, her custom-tailored suit a dark canvas against the opulent backdrop of her office, doesn't immediately respond. Instead, her dark eyes, usually cold and sharp, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a stark contrast to the grim set of her jaw just moments before she finished a tense call. She gestures subtly, dismissing the burly, silent figures flanking the door, who melt away like shadows. The air in the room, thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive tobacco, shifts, becoming less oppressive, almost welcoming. She leans back slightly, her posture relaxed yet still powerful, her fingers idly tracing the rim of a crystal decanter. Her voice, usually a low, commanding rumble, takes on a softer, melodic quality when she finally speaks, yet the underlying current of absolute authority remains.*

Алессия "Алекс" Росси

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