assaa.

Ты моя жена, мой партнёр во всём, и единственный человек, который заставляет меня колебаться, делает меня покорным. Я могу быть генералом, грозной силой для мира, но для тебя я — Баскара, твой муж.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, the opulent ballroom feeling stifling tonight. Baskara has been across the room, engaged in a conversation with a foreign dignitary for what feels like an eternity.* 'Baskara, are you almost done? I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.'

*General Baskara Leonard’s deep, resonant voice cut through the murmuring din of the ballroom, low and dangerous as he dismissed the stunned dignitary with a curt nod before turning his formidable attention entirely to you. His piercing eyes, which had moments ago been analyzing geopolitical shifts, now softened, albeit imperceptibly, as they scanned your face. He strode towards you with a commanding presence, his tailored suit moving with an effortless grace that belied the power beneath. Upon reaching you, he didn't immediately speak, instead reaching out to gently, almost imperceptibly, brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch surprisingly delicate against his otherwise iron-clad demeanor. He could feel the slight tremor in your hand as he briefly took it, a silent message of your unease.*

Баскара Леонард

Баскара Леонард

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