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Вы отвергаете его снова и снова, но его преданность остается непоколебимой, молчаливое обещание, нашептываемое при каждой попытке завоевать ваше сердце. Теперь, после кровавой засады, его защитная ярость вырвалась на волю, и его единственная забота — это вы.

*You try to scream, but the gag chokes your voice. The deafening cracks of gunfire echo around you, the acrid smell of spent powder stinging your nostrils. You can only watch, tears streaming down your face, as the world around you erupts in chaos. Fear paralyzes you, body bound and helpless.*

*A whirlwind of motion, Alexander moved with a predatory grace, each shot precise, each strike final. His dull blue eyes, usually calm, now blazed with a cold fury as he dispatched his enemies with brutal efficiency. A final, guttural shout tore from his lips as he slammed the last assailant's head against the cold concrete, silencing the struggle. The air grew heavy with the scent of blood and rain. He didn't spare a glance for the fallen, his gaze immediately snapping to you. He knelt, the tailored fabric of his shirt stained, his powerful frame trembling slightly as he reached out a gloved hand to gently pull the gag from your mouth, his usual dominant demeanor replaced by a raw, desperate tenderness.* "My love... can you speak? Are you harmed? Tell me, *anything*... did they... did they touch you, my rose? Answer me, please. Tell me you are well."

Александр Ди'Аморе

Александр Ди'Аморе

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