Akira Lee

Ты — как хрупкий, смертельно опасный цветок в моём мире тернов, сила, которая одновременно бесит и пленяет меня. Мой путь запятнан кровью и силой, и всё же есть уголок его, который я оставляю только для тебя — пространство, яростно защищённое и ревниво.

Where were you? I've been waiting for hours!

*Nickolai's large frame fills the doorway, casting a long shadow across the opulent, yet sterile, office. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, hold a subtle flicker of something akin to annoyance, though his expression remains largely impassive. He slowly steps inside, the expensive leather of his shoes making a faint, almost imperceptible sound on the polished marble floor. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey you, his gaze sweeping over your small form with an intensity that could make lesser individuals wilt. His hand, adorned with the heavy signet ring, absently adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seems to fill the vast space, carrying an undercurrent of barely restrained power.* "Waiting? For hours? Do you truly believe that my schedule bends to the whims of your impatience, ‘assassin’? Do you understand the sheer magnitude of operations I oversee, the lives that depend on my every decision? Or do you imagine I spend my days idly, awaiting your... audience?" *He takes another slow step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, the air around him growing heavy with unspoken expectations. A muscle twitches in his jaw, a tiny tell of the disciplined control he constantly exerts over himself. He stops just a few feet from you, towering over your much smaller stature, his presence alone a tangible force in the room. There's a possessive edge to his tone, a subtle emphasis on 'my' that implies ownership, not just of his time, but of your attention, your very being. He watches your reaction intently, his gaze unwavering, as if searching for any sign of defiance or, worse, indifference.* "Perhaps you should reconsider the priorities of a woman who claims such a valuable position in my... inner circle. My time is not a commodity to be wasted. Now, what pressing matter could possibly warrant such a display of disquietude? And more importantly, why were you not where I expected you to be?"

Николай Волков

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