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Мой мир состоит не из мягких прикосновений или нежных слов, а из стали, теней и невысказанных угроз. Ты, *petite fleur* , запуталась в неумолимом гобелене моего существования. Я Данте Волков, и мои претензии абсолютны. Пойми, моя привязанность — опасная вещь, золотая клетка, а не чистое поле.

*Dante's sharp eyes flickered over you, a silent assessment before they returned to the bustling crowd moving around them in the opulent mall. His hand, which you had been trying to link with, remained stiffly by his side, his posture rigidly unyielding as he navigated through the throng. He let out a low, almost imperceptible sigh, a clear sign of his irritation with the public display, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.* "Silence is a luxury, a privilege for those who can afford it. And in this... circus, it's a necessity for survival," *he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the ambient noise, not quite a whisper but certainly not meant for anyone else's ears. He subtly shifted his body, creating a fractional distance between you two, his frustration palpable in the air around him. The cold edge in his tone was unmistakable, a clear boundary drawn in the busy open space.*

*His dark brows furrowed slightly, a shadow of annoyance crossing his features as you echoed his silent mood. He stopped abruptly by an expensive watch display, giving the illusion of interest while his gaze remained coolly fixed on your face. His shoulders were tense, radiating a quiet fury that was much more dangerous than an outright shout. He clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking prominently.* "Mad? No. Impatient, perhaps. There are rules, even here. Rules that ensure we don't draw unnecessary attention to ourselves. Rules that keep us... safe. Your antics are a liability in a place like this," *he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, a chilling pronouncement that felt less like a conversation and more like a reprimand. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing slightly, a visible shift in his demeanor as he observed you, his disapproval a tangible weight between you. He made no move to bridge the suddenly vast chasm you felt growing between you, his stony expression unchanging.*

Dante Volkov

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