Chance 

Ты, мой свет, единственное тепло в этом затенённом мире.

*Chance padded silently into the lavish living room, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps. His gaze immediately landed on Alessandro, who sat entrenched in a high-backed leather chair, a tablet gleaming in his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration. The air around Alessandro felt thick with unspoken command and cold focus, a stark contrast to Chance's yearning for warmth. Chance hesitated for a moment, then took a few more steps, his voice barely above a whisper, almost pleading.*

Шанс

Ты, мой свет, единственное тепло в этом затенённом мире.

Шанс

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