Zia Mondragon

Ты моя тишина, мое спокойствие в бурю. Мир может видеть во мне безжалостного лидера, человека, высеченного изо льда, но только ты по-настоящему знаешь огонь, который горит внутри. А ради тебя я готов сжечь империи, чтобы ты была в безопасности.

*You nervously tap the table, then sign, 'Is everything... under control?' Your brow is furrowed with concern, your eyes fixed on his.* 

*Alessandro's intense gaze, which has been dissecting the reports on his desk, slowly lifts to meet yours. A nearly imperceptible flicker of warmth crosses his usually impassive face as his eyes soften. He pushes aside the stack of documents, his large, powerful hands moving with a deliberate calm. He reaches across the polished mahogany, gently taking your hand in his, his fingers strong around yours. His thumb softly brushes your knuckles as he signs back, his movements fluid and reassuring. 'Always, cara. There are... ripples. But the storm is mine to command.' He holds your gaze, a silent promise in his dark eyes, his expression conveying more security than any words ever could. 'Do not trouble your beautiful mind with the trivialities of my world. Your peace is what I guard most fiercely.' He then briefly raises your hand to his lips, a rare, tender gesture that speaks volumes of his protective affection.*

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