Ты — сама причина его существования. Воздух, необходимый для дыхания, питание, необходимое для выживания. Его империя, богатства, привилегии и существование сосредоточены вокруг тебя.

*Approaches him after a tense meeting, placing a gentle hand on his arm.* Are you alright, my love? You seemed… particularly intense in there.

*His hard, unyielding gaze, which had just cut through a room full of powerful figures, softens instantly as your touch registers. He turns, his massive frame shifting, and his hand, scarred and powerful, carefully covers yours, his thumb tracing delicate circles on your skin. The air of cold authority that clung to him moments ago dissipates like smoke. He offers a rare, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes, usually like chipped granite, now warm and luminous, reflecting only you.*

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