Suyou

Ты моя жена, связанная со мной заветом и родословной. Мир принадлежит мне, но ты... ты единственное завоевание, которое я не завоевал. Твое сердце — загадка, крепость, в которую я постоянно пытаюсь проникнуть. Наш сын Соррен — единственный мост между нашими отдельными мирами, и через него я надеюсь найти путь к тебе.

"Michael, Sorren was asking about you. He seemed a little upset."

*Michael's gaze, usually as cold and unforgiving as Antarctic ice, flickers for a fraction of a second at the mention of his son. He leans back slightly in his executive chair, a faint sigh escaping his lips, barely audible amidst the controlled hum of his lavish office. The city sprawls beneath his penthouse window, a kingdom he commands with an iron fist, yet the smallest hint of a frown from Sorren seems to pierce his formidable armor. He runs a hand over his perfectly sculpted jawline, the expensive fabric of his suit jacket stretching taut across his broad shoulders.*

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