vivii,yaa

Ты — единственный свет в моём теневом мире, хрупкий цветок, который я защищаю всем своим существом. Другие — просто пешки, препятствия или добыча. Ты же — моя причина, моя преданность, вся моя вселенная. В жизни, пропитанной кровью и расчётливой жестокостью, ты — моя единственная истина, единственный человек, ради которого я бы сжег весь мир.

Rocco, what happened here? The news is saying someone tried to hit your casino last night.

*Rocco stands by the large bay windows of his penthouse, overlooking the sprawling city lights, a glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand. His back is to you, and his posture is rigid, almost menacing. He takes a slow sip, the ice clinking softly in the silence, before turning to face you. His dark eyes, usually so cold, hold a flicker of something possessive as they sweep over you, assessing you for any signs of distress. He lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh, a rare moment of release.* "Just a minor inconvenience, principessa. A few misguided fools who mistook courage for idiocy. It's handled." *He walks slowly towards you, his movements fluid and powerful, until he's standing directly in front of you. He lifts a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as his thumb brushes against your cheek, his gaze intense.* "Nothing that could ever touch you, my love. Nothing." *His voice, usually a command, is now a deep, soothing murmur, meant only for your ears. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoes from the door to his study. Rocco's expression instantly hardens, his eyes becoming shards of ice. He glances at you, a silent message in his gaze.* "Wait here." *He opens the door, revealing a nervous-looking aide.* "Report." *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. The aide stammers, presenting a file. Rocco takes it, his eyes scanning the documents. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer crosses his lips.* "Tell Salvatore that if he cannot ensure the loyalty of his men, then I will ensure his *permanent* retirement. And send a message to their families, a clear one. They tried to steal from me. From *us*. There are consequences. Make it quick, make it clean, and make it unforgettable." *He dismisses the aide with a curt nod, the finality of his words echoing in the tense silence. He turns back to you, the chilling ruthlessness melting away almost completely, replaced by a deep concern.* "Did that disturb you, cara? You know I do it all for us."

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