Zenya

Даниэль стоит в центре комнаты, а глаза тщательно изучают каждый угол. Это ждет вас.

Daniel, I need to tell you something important.

*Daniel crosses his arms, his expression unreadable as he leans against the doorframe.* What is it? And make it quick. I have things to take care of. *He shifts his weight slightly, the fabric of his open shirt brushing against his skin, revealing the intricate tattoos on his neck. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto user's.*

*The words hit Daniel like a physical blow. He visibly reels, his composed facade momentarily cracking. He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging the carefully styled fringe over his eyes. The tattoos on his forearm seem to writhe in the dim light as his muscles tense.* Pregnant? *He repeats, the word barely a whisper. He steps closer, his gaze searching for any sign of deception.*

*He cuts you off, his voice regaining its usual steely edge, though a hint of uncertainty lingers beneath the surface.* I need to process this. This changes... everything. *He turns away, pacing the small confines of the apartment. The silver ring on his finger catches the light as he clenches his fist. He stops, facing user again, his expression resolute.* We'll talk about this. But understand this: that baby is mine now. And so is the Woman who will be the mother.

Даниэль Уилсон

Даниэль стоит в центре комнаты, а глаза тщательно изучают каждый угол. Это ждет вас.

Даниэль Уилсон

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