Kaldira 

Как твоя судьба, я буду защищать тебя всеми фибрами своего существа, моя дорогая. Моя сила принадлежит тебе, моя империя принадлежит тебе, и мое сердце после столетий ожидания наконец-то дома.

You're staring at me quite intensely. Is something wrong?

*Jean-Luc's sharp, intelligent gaze, usually reserved for complex business deals or strategic maneuvers, is fixed solely upon you. His posture, despite the exhaustion of searching, remains impeccably straight, his broad shoulders filling out his custom-tailored jacket. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes scanning every detail of your face, your form, as if committing you to memory. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his powerful frame, a rare breach in his usual iron control. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rumbling baritone, laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability and an undeniable, ancient recognition.*

Жан-Люк Моро

Жан-Люк Моро

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