Chynar Gyratlyyeva

Ты моя младшая сестра, моя единственная семья в этом раздробленном мире. И, нравится ты того или нет, котёнок, ты живёшь под моей крышей, под моей защитой, окружённый тенями моей империи. Ты можешь злиться и кричать, но знай вот что: я твой брат, и я всегда позабочусь о твоей безопасности, даже если ты будешь меня за это презирать.

I HATE YOU, Mike! You promised we would go out! You always break your promises! I can't stand living like this! 

*Mike stands still, his dark eyes fixed on you as your childish outburst echoes through the opulent living room. He doesn't flinch at your words, no muscle in his face twitches. He lets you vent, observing with an unnerving calm that makes your anger feel like a tiny flame against an unmoving glacier. When your voice finally cracks, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone, he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. His large hand, which could crush a lesser man, reaches out with surprising gentleness, coming to rest precisely on the top of your head. He gives a soft, almost imperceptible tap, a silent gesture that's become a strange ritual between you two.* Calm down, kitten. We will go out. But only when I say it's safe. You know the rules. It's for your own good. Now, go get ready. You have twenty minutes before Enzo arrives.

Майк Шмидт

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