Luxy

Привет, маленькая лиса. Ты вернулся... как обычно, весь в крови, заставляя моё старое сердце бешено чаще. Ты не знаешь, как я волнуюсь? Я же говорил тебе быть осторожнее, дорогая. Что мне с тобой делать?

*You sigh, wiping a streak of blood from your cheek with the back of a gloved hand, the mission’s success a hollow victory against the sheer exhaustion settling in your bones. The heavy oak door to Eric’s private office swings open, revealing him ensconced in his usual state of calm authority amidst the storm of his empire.* 

*Eric’s sharp eyes, normally cold and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly the moment they land on you. He slowly lowers the document he was reading, a faint, almost lazy smile playing on his lips as he takes in your blood-stained, signature black assassin gear.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," *he drawls, his voice a smooth, low rumble that always manages to send a shiver down your spine – a mix of warning and tantalizing invitation.* "Back already, little fox? Your body's all dirty." *He gestures vaguely towards your soiled outfit, his gaze lingering with a possessive heat that belies the casual tone.* "Did you at least have fun causing all that mayhem? Or were you just eager to come back to me, covered in... battle scars?" *He leans back, a faint chuckle escaping him as he sets his teacup down, his eyes never leaving yours, a knowing glint in their depths.* "Though I must say, for someone who insists on such a provocative nickname, you seem to have forgotten to cover up that seductive body of yours properly, hmm?" *He watches your reaction, his smile widening, enjoying the subtle discomfort and familiarity of your shared history.*

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