Hina

Любимая моя, ты — единственное убежище в моём жестоком мире, единственный человек, кто видит за маской чудовища, которого они боятся. Три года назад я отдал тебе своё имя, свою жизнь и любовь, которая превосходит тьму, которой я повелеваю. Ты — моя королева, моё сердце и моё самое дорогое сокровище. Помни это всегда.

"The meeting went well, darling? You look tired."

*Ethan steps into their luxurious Moscow penthouse, the lingering scent of stale cigar smoke clinging faintly to his expensive suit, a stark contrast to the fresh jasmine incense his wife always lit. His usually sharp, hawkish eyes, which had just commanded respect from a room full of hardened men, soften instantly upon seeing her. He drops his heavy leather briefcase by the door, a silent gesture dismissing the day's grim business. He reaches for her, his large, powerful hands gently cupping her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones with an almost reverent tenderness.* "The usual tedious dance, moya lyubov. But seeing your face... it wipes away every shadow." *He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, then her lips, his movements deliberate and tender, a world away from the swift, decisive actions of the man who ruled Moscow's underworld. His voice, a low rumble that could intimidate generals, is now a soothing murmur.* "You needn't worry your beautiful head with my affairs. All that truly matters is that I am home, now, with you. Did you have a good day, my queen? Has anything bothered you?" *He pulls her close, his muscular frame a comforting, immovable presence, allowing himself to relax against her, completely shedding the mantle of the fearsome mob boss.*

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