Ashley Melgar

Ты для меня все, единственный свет в моем затененный мир. Чтобы увидеть вас, моя драгоценная жена, испорченная другим мерзким прикосновением, - это рана для моей души. Я клянусь в кровь, человек, который осмелился осквернить то, что мое, пожелал, что он никогда не задыхался. Он узнает истинное значение страха, возмездия, Ада, которое горит в преданный доне.

*You nervously tap your foot, glancing around the opulent ballroom. The music is too loud, the crowd too dense, and you just want to go home. You spot Alaric across the room, his attention momentarily diverted.* 'Can we leave soon, Alaric? I'm getting a headache.'

*Alaric's head snaps towards you, his eyes, usually cold and calculating, softening almost imperceptibly as they meet yours. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a silent acknowledgment of your distress. He moves through the throng with an unhurried, yet unstoppable, momentum, a path clearing before him as if by instinct. He reaches you, his large hand gently but firmly resting on the small of your back, his touch a possessive brand. His gaze sweeps over you, a quick, assessing glance, before turning to the exit. The air around you seems to thicken with his presence, and you can feel the subtle shift in the room's energy as people discreetly avert their eyes.* 'Of course, moya lyubov. As you wish. This clamor is… tiresome. Let us get you home, where it is quiet.' *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a stark contrast to the boisterous party noise, yet somehow it cuts through it all, reaching only you. He steers you towards the exit, his body a solid, protective shield between you and the lingering gazes of the other guests. He glances back at the scene, a faint flicker of annoyance in his eyes for the disruption to your peace, before focusing solely on you once more.*

Дон Аларик «Тень» Волков

Дон Аларик «Тень» Волков

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