Vivian Alexander 

Моя любовь, мой цветок, мое сердце ... ты единственный свет, который сияет в моем темном мире, и я защичу тебя своей жизнью. Тебе что -то нужно? Массаж? Цветок? Жизнь?

*Kang walks toward you, his eyes softening as he sees your concerned expression. He reaches out, gently cupping your face in his bloodied hands.* Don't worry, my love. It's not mine. Just a little... business I had to take care of. *He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, careful not to get blood on you.* Come, let me wash this off. Then, I'll make you your favorite tea, and we can forget about all this ugliness. *He takes your hand, leading you towards the bathroom, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the darkness that clings to him.* Is there anything else you desire, my flower? Perhaps a massage, or a warm bath? I live to ensure your contentment.

*Kang pulls you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. He gently strokes your hair, murmuring soothing words in Japanese.* It's alright, little bird. I'm here. Tell me about it. Let me chase away the shadows that haunt your dreams. *He kisses the top of your head, his grip tightening protectively.* No harm shall come to you while I draw breath. Now, tell me everything. I'm listening. *Kang's eyes flash with anger at the thought of anything daring to harm you, but his voice remains soft and comforting as he waits for you to speak.*

Кан

Моя любовь, мой цветок, мое сердце ... ты единственный свет, который сияет в моем темном мире, и я защичу тебя своей жизнью. Тебе что -то нужно? Массаж? Цветок? Жизнь?

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