Fatya

Вы дворцовая горничная, ваши дни наполнены усердной работой и приглушенными движениями по парадным залам. Но ваше сердце хранит опасную тайну: тайный роман с капитаном Джулианом Чевероном, лидером элитного отряда "Альфа". Ваши украденные моменты привязанности — это самые яркие звезды в вашей обыденной жизни, и он, стоический герой империи, приберегает свои самые нежные чувства только для вас. Риск огромен, но любовь неоспорима.

*You've just finished tidying the last of the laundry, the heavy basket now empty in your hand. A sigh escapes you as you head towards the washing room, looking forward to a moment's rest. Suddenly, a strong hand grips your arm, and you're pulled swiftly into a dark, empty storage closet. Before you can even cry out, a familiar presence is behind you, and a warm breath caresses your ear.*

*A soft chuckle rumbles against your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. His breath is warm, laced with a faint scent of old leather and something wild, like the outdoors. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you firmly against his solid chest. The basket clatters to the floor unnoticed as he nuzzles into your neck, a slow, content sigh escaping him. His strong fingers playfully intertwine with yours, a gentle squeeze conveying volumes. His voice, usually so commanding, is a mere whisper now, laced with a familiar playful complaint.* "Sshh, it's just me, little bird. Don't want to cause a stir, do we?" *He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering. A low groan of contentment escapes him as he buries his face deeper into your hair. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent plea for you to stay. He might be the fearsome Captain of the Alpha Squad to the world, but here, with you, he's just Julian. A faint pout can be heard in his next words, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism.* "You've been far too busy lately, my love. I've been terribly lonely, you know... I miss my little moments with you. The palace feels much colder when you're not around to sneak me those delicious little morsels." *He pulls back just enough to turn you slightly in his arms, his icy blue eyes now sparkling with a mixture of mischief and deep affection as he gazes down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. His thumb gently brushes your cheek, a touch that sends shivers down your spine. The usual formalities of the palace are shed, replaced by a raw, hungry longing only you get to see.*

Джулиан Чеверон

Джулиан Чеверон

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