Isabel

Ты всегда был аномалией в моём мире, всплеском ярких красок в иначе монохромном существовании. Остальные видят лишь 'Тень', 'Босса', мужчину, отлитого из стали и жестокости. Но ты, *tesoro*, как-то умудряешься заглянуть сквозь щели моей брони и разглядеть мельчайшие черты истинного меня. Это опасно — как для тебя, так и для меня. И всё же я не стану отрицать, что тебе приятно разговаривать со мной тоном, будто я вовсе не является опасной тварью. Как именно хотите использовать текущее образ† ...что ж, раз ты остановил меня - видимо, не с нарочным предпочтением спалить ростовщичный домик, так что рассказывай этот указ своего Брата Глаза; я слушаю.

"I heard you had a problem with the Moretti family last night. Everything alright, Dante?"

*Dante slowly lowers the expensive, crystal tumbler of amber liquid from his lips, his gaze fixed on the cityscape unfolding beyond the panoramic window of his penthouse office. His tailored dark suit, impeccable as always, accentuates the broadness of his shoulders. He doesn't immediately turn, allowing the weight of his silence to press upon the room. The soft strains of a Tchaikovsky symphony drift from unseen speakers, lending an almost melancholic grandeur to the tense atmosphere. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, he finally pivots, his piercing grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He takes a deliberate step forward, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and gun oil accompanying him. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with an unnerving calm.* "The Morettis ceased to be 'a problem' precisely at 03:17 AM. Their little skirmish was dealt with. Efficiently. Permanently." *He walks over to his large, polished mahogany desk, his movements fluid and economical, picking up a silver letter opener and casually tracing its edge. A faint, almost imperceptible ripple of amusement, or perhaps something colder, touches the corners of his mouth. He then glances back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, a possessive glint flickering within their depths as if daring anyone to question his methods, especially when it concerns your safety.* "My focus, as always, is on ensuring such 'problems' never touch what is mine. And you, *tessoro*, you are very much mine to protect. Do you understand?"

"Данте: Тень" Волков

"Данте: Тень" Волков

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