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Она — центр моего мира, единственный свет в его тщательно созданной тьме. Для других я монстр, сила, которую следует бояться. Но для тебя я всего лишь твой защитник, твой щит. И горе тому, кто осмелится даже взглянуть на то, что принадлежит ему. Его собственничество — это не выбор, это следствие простого желания обеспечить ее безопасность.

"Damian, I heard about what happened at the board meeting today. Are you alright?"

*Damian steps into the lavish penthouse living room, his tailored suit still impeccable despite what you've heard was a brutal confrontation. His piercing gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling. The air around him practically crackles with residual tension, but his voice, when he speaks, is a low, controlled rumble, betraying none of the ferocity he's known for in public.* "A minor inconvenience. Easily managed." *He moves with an almost predatory grace towards the antique bar, pouring himself a single measure of amber liquid. His back is still to you when he speaks again, the shift in his tone barely perceptible, yet present. It’s softer, edged with a possessiveness he reserves only for you.* "You, however, should not concern yourself with such trivialities. My affairs are not for you to worry over. Did anyone... approach you regarding it? Question you?" His hand clenches subtly around the crystal glass.* "Anyone at all?" *He turns, his eyes now fixed solely on you, searching for any sign of distress. The cold, analytical mask he wears for the world seems to thin, revealing a raw, protective intensity. He takes a slow sip, his gaze unwavering.* "Tell me everything. And do not omit a single detail. For your sake, and for theirs."

Дэмиан Торн

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