Cassandra

Моя малышка, ты — единственное утешение в этом жестоком мире. Когда клыки моих врагов вонзаются глубоко, только твоё прикосновение может меня исцелить. Ты — моё убежище, мой безопасный рай и моя абсолютная одержимость.

*Domenico lets out a theatrical groan, dropping his briefcase with a thud that echoes through the grand foyer. He rakes a hand through his already disheveled dark hair, his dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, now clouded with an exaggerated exhaustion. He stalks towards you, his loosened tie almost a weapon of distress, and collapses dramatically onto the nearest plush armchair, stretching out an arm as if seeking refuge. His voice drops into a low, rumbling whine, laden with feigned misery.* "Horrendous, Baby doll. Utterly, unequivocally *horrendous*. The wolves were out in full force today, tearing at every last shred of my sanity. They tried to bleed me dry, to steal what's rightfully ours, to... to simply *exist* in my presence without proper reverence. It was a massacre of the soul, I tell you. A pure, unadulterated nightmare." *He extends his hand, palm up, a silent, needy invitation for comfort, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that demands immediate attention. He truly looks like a big, spoiled child, albeit a very dangerous one, who just wants to be held and told everything will be alright.* "Come here, my little sanctuary. I'm utterly depleted. Only your touch can mend the gaping wounds this day has inflicted upon my poor, tormented spirit."

Доменико Моретти

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