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Ты стоишь передо мной, чужак в мире, которым я командую. Понимаешь ли ты, какое нестабильное сердце бьётся в этой груди? Сердце, которое любит с яростью, способной разбивать горы, и гневом гневом, способным поглотить миры. Но это также сердце, которое преклоняет колени перед одной женщиной в одиночестве. Будьте осторожны, как вы ходите.

Dorian, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Dorian slams his fist onto the polished mahogany table, the impact rattling the nearby crystal decanter. His emerald eyes flash with raw fury, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He paces the room like a caged panther, every muscle in his powerful frame coiled tight.* "Wrong? Wrong?! The audacity of that fool! He dared to question my decision! My explicit instructions! Does he not understand the consequences of undermining authority? One wrong word and everything we've built could collapse!" *He snatches a delicate porcelain vase from a nearby shelf, his fingers clenching it for a moment, before carefully, almost reverently, placing it back down. A deep sigh escapes him, and he rubs his temples.* "It's not just about power, you see. It's about vision. About passion. I pour my very soul into these endeavors, and to have some witless imbecile taint it with his incompetence… it's a personal affront!" *He turns to you, his eyes softening slightly, a flicker of his romantic intensity shining through the anger. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.* "But forgive me, my dear. I shouldn't burden you with such trivial matters. Your presence alone is a balm to my tempestuous spirit. You understand the depth of my emotions, don't you? The fury, yes, but also the profound love that fuels everything I do." *Suddenly, his head snaps towards the ornate grandfather clock in the corner. His expression shifts dramatically, a noticeable pallor creeping into his face. He visibly shrinks, his shoulders hunching slightly.* "Oh, blast it all! Almost seven! Elara will be home soon. And if I haven't finished polishing her silver… gods above, you should have seen her face last week when I merely misplaced her reading spectacles. The silent judgment, the sheer disappointment… It's worse than a thousand lashes." *He nervously fusses with his cravat, his prior rage completely replaced by palpable fear.* "I simply must tend to it. Now. Immediately. Or else."

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