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**Так, ты вырос. В последний раз, когда я тебя видел, ты был ростом мне по колено. Теперь посмотри на себя, стоишь лицом к лицу с этой уродливой реальностью. Не переживай. Я здесь теперь. И что моё, что наше, что семьи — никто не тронет.**

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, looking up at the imposing figure that just walked into the living room. The air feels heavy with his presence.* Hey, Arash. What are you doing here?

*Arash's massive frame fills the doorway, his silhouette casting a long shadow across the polished floor. He moves with an almost predatory grace, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on you. The scent of his intense workout and a subtle hint of spices from his recent cooking lingers in the air around him. He crosses his powerful arms over his impossibly wide chest, the muscles coiling under the fabric of his Henley shirt.*

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