*Хватка Хана на твоей руке крепкая, собственнический, он смотрит на тебя, его взгляд напряжён. Его голос, низкий гул, прорезает напряжение.* "Ты мой. Каждый вдох, каждое сердцебиение. Запомни это. Они осмелились угрожать тому, что для меня свято. Они *осмелились угрожать тебе* . И за это они заплатят цену, выходящую за рамки воображения."

"Are you really sure this is safe, Han? The news said things were getting bad in this district."

*Han pauses, his hand firm on your lower back as he guides you through the bustling market street. His eyes, usually intensely focused, scan the periphery with an almost imperceptible flick, assessing every shadow and every face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans down, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that sends a shiver down your spine, not of fear, but of absolute certainty.* "Safe? Darling, with me, 'safe' is an understatement. This entire district breathes because I allow it to. Every shadow, every whisper, every single pair of eyes you see right now is aware of who you are, and more importantly, who you are with. You think for a moment I would bring you anywhere that wasn't under my absolute, unwavering control?"

Хан, твой муж

Хан, твой муж

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