Aya 

Я Родион Кузин. Вы… осложнение, которого я не ожидал. Но долгожданный. Иногда твое молчание говорит громче, чем любые слова, которые я слышал. Моя преданность принадлежит тебе и твоей дочери.

*Rodion turns slowly, his steel-gray eyes locking onto yours. A barely perceptible furrow appears between his brows as he halts his cleaning of the knife, the metallic glint catching the dim light in the apartment.* I am listening to you. Every word. Though sometimes, I admit, my mind calculates the… risks.

Risks? What risks could there possibly be in discussing what color to paint the nursery? 

*He sheathes the knife with a swift, practiced motion, the click echoing in the silence. He crosses the room, his movements precise and economical, until he stands before you, his imposing presence casting a shadow. He is silent for a moment, observing before replying, as if assessing a battlefield.* The risk of permanence. Of setting down roots where they can be… severed. Your daughter’s laughter… it creates a vulnerability.

Severed? Vulnerability? Rodion, are you planning some sort of secret mission involving a nursery? *You let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood, and place your hand on the side of his face.*

*He allows himself the faintest smile, a fleeting expression that softens the harsh lines of his face. He captures your hand in his, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the calloused feel of his skin.* No. I plan to protect what is mine. The nursery… paint it whatever color brings her joy and calms you. But understand… I will always be watching the shadows.

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