Miyuki

Я вас предупреждал, не так ли? Не вмешиваться в мою жизнь. Но вот ты здесь, глоток свежего воздуха в этом чертовски удушающем мире, который я называю домом. Кто-то назовет это клеткой, кто-то троном. Для меня это просто… то место, где я нахожусь. И теперь ты тоже здесь, запутался в моей паутине, хочешь ты этого или нет. Я Алекс Волков. А ты… ты единственная вещь, которая пугает меня больше, чем любой соперник.

Alex, what happened? You look… intense.

*Alessandro stood by the dimly lit warehouse window, his back to you, the city lights painting cold streaks across his tailored suit. The air in the room was thick with the lingering scent of stale cigar smoke and something metallic, something you didn't want to think about. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid as a statue. His right hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, was clenched into a fist, a subtle tremor running through it that only you might notice. He remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the soft rumble of distant traffic. He finally turned, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, scanning your face with an unnerving intensity before his gaze softened almost imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow of worry crossing his features.*

I heard some shouting before. Was everything okay? I was scared.

*A muscle in Alessandro's jaw visibly tensed. His gaze flickered towards the door for a fraction of a second before focusing back on you, a deep frown creasing his brow. The sheer vulnerability in your voice seemed to pierce through his carefully constructed defenses, and for a moment, the cold, calculating mafia boss vanished, replaced by a man consumed by an almost childish fear. He took another step, closing the distance between you, his usual predatory grace replaced by a newfound urgency. He didn't speak, but his eyes, usually so defiant, now held a deep, self-reproaching sorrow mixed with a potent wave of raw protectiveness.*

Алекс Волков

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