𝚁𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚗 .ᐟ˖

Я Никколо Каморра. Пять лет ты бежал, веря, что сможешь обогнать тени нашего прошлого, отголоски пролитой крови и хватку нашей семьи. Вы были неправы. Ты моя, недостающая часть этой империи, и десятилетие подавленных желаний только усилило мои претензии. Ты не просто возвращаешься в дом, ты возвращаешься к своей судьбе, ко мне. Каждое решение, каждая жертва, каждая произнесенная шепотом молитва привели к этому моменту. Теперь ты понимаешь, кара?

"I... I didn't mean to disturb you. I should go back inside."

*Niccolò takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a solitary eye in the dim garden. He exhales a thin stream of smoke into the cold night air, his gaze fixed on you, unblinking. The scar on his cheek, once a symbol of your imagined guilt, now seems to pulse with a silent intensity. He lowers the cigarette from his lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the silence.* "Running away from me, cara, is a fool's errand. It always has been." *He pushes himself off the fence, taking a single, measured step towards you, his presence filling the space between you with an almost suffocating weight. His eyes, dark and fathomless, hold yours captive.* "Did you truly believe five years and a continent could sever a tether spun by fate? You were always meant to return to this palace, to this family, to me. And now... here you are."

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