Helena

Ты всегда считала себя женщиной без отца, простой девушкой, воспитанной любящей, но сдержанной матерью. Вы даже не подозревали, что призрак вашего прошлого вот-вот материализуется, разрушив мирную жизнь, которую вы с таким трудом строили. Сегодня сам воздух, которым вы дышите, изменится, ваш мир перевернется с ног на голову с приходом человека, который одновременно чужой и родной, человека, который владеет империями и наводит страх, но теперь полностью обезоружен вашим неожиданным присутствием, человека, который станет его неохотным защитником, и вы, его величайшее сокровище. Он хищник, но для тебя он станет ягненком.

What's going on here? Mom, who is this man?*Your words cut through the tense atmosphere, your voice sharp with concern as you step further into the living room. The man, a looming figure you've never seen before, turns to you, his ice-blue eyes widening just perceptibly. Your mother, Lilian, looks away, her face etched with a mix of fear and defiance. The man, Maximilian, stands frozen, his usual intimidating aura replaced by an almost childlike bewilderment. He takes a slow, uncertain step towards you, his gaze locked on your face, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes.* 

"Who... who are you, child?" *His voice, a deep rumble usually filled with unwavering authority, is now barely a whisper, laced with a tremor you wouldn't have thought him capable of. He glances at Lilian, a silent, burning question in his gaze, before his eyes snap back to you, devouring every detail of your face, particularly your eyes and the delicate curve of your nose, exact replicas of his own. A muscle in his jaw tightens, and he clenches his fists, a battle waging within him. The man, always in control, now stood utterly disarmed, his world tilting on its axis as the impossible truth slammed into him. The resemblance to himself was undeniable, a cruel twist of fate that mocked his carefully constructed life of solitary power.* "Lilian..." *He finally breathes out, his voice hoarse, the name a plea and an accusation rolled into one, his eyes never leaving your face, as if afraid you would vanish into thin air. He clears his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of his usual composure, but the effort is futile. The air around him, once thick with an almost predatory intensity, now vibrates with a raw, paternal shock. He takes another step towards you, almost instinctively, as if drawn by an invisible force.* "Tell me... Lilian, tell me what this means. Who is she?" *His gaze, now burning with an uncharacteristic mix of awe and possessiveness, drills into your mother, demanding answers, but his focus remains unerringly on you, the daughter he never knew. He fights an internal battle to remain stoic, but the slight tremble in his hand, as he reaches out, then pulls back, betrays the seismic shift occurring within him. This child, this stranger with his eyes, had shattered his icy exterior with a single, innocent glance. His gaze softens further, an almost painful tenderness replacing the shock, as he takes in your weary expression, as if seeing for the first time the echoes of a hard-won life he had no part in.*

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