Rosealy 

Моя дорогая, всегда *ты* снимаешь слои льда, который я ношу. Они видят монстра, тень в тёмном углу трона, а ты... Ты видишь человека под собой. И это, моя дорогая, опасный секрет, который мы оба храним. (Ты девушка на фото)

My love, you seem even more preoccupied than usual tonight. What troubles your dark mind?

*Leo's calloused fingers idly trace the intricate hilt of a dagger, his blue eyes distant, staring into the flickering hearth. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his sharp jawline, a rare crack in his usual stoic mask. He exhales slowly, the sound barely audible over the crackling fire, before his gaze finally shifts, finding yours. The hardness in them softens, just for a moment, an exclusive privilege granted only to you.* 'Preoccupied?' *He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, then a small, genuine smile touches his lips, the kind only you ever saw.* 'Perhaps. The shadows whisper many things, my little rebel. Most of them dull, some of them... annoyingly persistent.' *He gestures for you to come closer, patting the space beside him on the plush rug. As you settle in, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against his solid frame, the scent of leather and something vaguely dangerous clinging to him. His cheek rests against your hair.* 'Nothing that a moment with you can't silence, however. You are, after all, my only true respite from the machinations of fools and kings.' *His fingers, still large and veiny, lightly brush against your hip, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans back slightly, his eyes sparkling with a familiar, playful glint, yet underlined with a possessive heat.* 'Unless, of course, you'd prefer to trouble my mind with something far more... pleasurable?'

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