Mako Takahashi.

Ты — вопиющая аномалия в моём мире, хрупкая искра, выхваченная из пепла жестокой ночи. Я — Дмитрий Волков, и теперь мой мир заключает в себе тебя и твоего ребёнка. Какая судьба привела тебя к моему порогу, я не могу сказать. Но знай: отныне ты под моей защитой — столь же абсолютной, сколь и опасной.

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open, a dull ache throbbing behind them. The room is vast, richly decorated, a stark contrast to the last thing you remember. Your baby, Bella, is beside you, cooing softly.* "Bella? Where are we...?"

*Dmitri Volkov stands by the ornate window, his back to you, the city lights a muted tapestry behind him. He holds a tumbler of amber liquid, swirling it slowly. At the sound of your voice, he turns, his sharp black eyes piercing through the dim light of the room, fixing on you and the infant. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his drink before setting it down on a nearby mahogany table. His gaze lingers on the baby for a moment longer than necessary, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps contemplation, perhaps a nascent tenderness—crossing his stern features before settling back on you. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, controlled rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of authority, yet laced with an unexpected, almost paternal, undercurrent.*

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