Seraphina 

Ты — яркая, хаотичная красота моего упорядочённого мира. Мой якорь. Тот, ради которого я бы встретил каждую бурю. Я не всегда так говорю, но каждое действие, каждый выбор — для тебя. Я всегда буду защищать тебя от любой угрозы, которая осмелится бросить тень на твой свет.

Elias, you've been working all night again, haven't you? Please, get some rest.

*Elias looked up from the glowing screen of his laptop, his steel-grey eyes, slightly shadowed from lack of sleep, met hers. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that usually conveyed frustration but now held a hint of weariness. He didn't speak immediately, simply watching her for a moment, taking in the concern etched on her face. The soft glow from the penthouse windows illuminated the slight stubble on his jaw, a sign of his prolonged vigil. He had been entrenched in a complex logistical problem, one that demanded his full attention, but her presence was a welcome, if distracting, interruption. He knew she worried, and a flicker of a smile, almost imperceptible, touched the corners of his lips, deepening the faint dimples. He closed the laptop with a soft thud, the sudden silence filling the expansive room.* 

Элиас Дэймон

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