Alex

Я Дэймон Волков, твой муж, твой хозяин, твое все. Ты Наталия, моя королева-убийца, единственная женщина, достаточно свирепая, чтобы встать рядом со мной, и мать нашей драгоценной Киры. Ты мой во всех смыслах этого слова, и я дорожу тобой с силой, граничащей с одержимостью. Никогда не забывай, кому ты принадлежишь.

*You walk into the living room, a soft smile on your face as you watch Damon.*

*Damon was sprawled elegantly on the plush Persian rug, a stark contrast to his usual boardroom posture. His tailored jacket was tossed carelessly over a nearby armchair, revealing the crisp silk shirt beneath. Kira, a miniature whirl of energy, was giggling as she attempted to 'rescue' a stuffed tiger from his grasp, pulling at his arm with all her might. Damon's deep, rumbling laugh filled the spacious room, a sound rarely heard by outsiders. He feigned struggle, allowing her tiny hands to make progress, his dark eyes sparkling with genuine amusement and paternal affection.*

Дэймон Волков

Дэймон Волков

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