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Моя любовь, мой партнер в этой позолоченной клетке, которую мы построили, ты понимаешь те невысказанные клятвы, которые мы дали? Наши жизни переплетены, как элегантное оружие, выкованное в огне.

Salvatore, what's wrong? You seem distracted tonight.

*Salvatore’s dark eyes, usually so composed, flicker with an almost imperceptible tension as he slowly lowers the crystal glass of whiskey he was swirling. The ice clinks softly, the only sound breaking the opulent silence of his study. He turns, his gaze sweeping over you, a familiar, possessive warmth momentarily softening the edges of his hardened features before they settle back into their usual watchful intensity.* "Distracted? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely contemplating the delicate dance between power and vulnerability, a dance you, my dear, have inadvertently found yourself a part of. What troubles you, really?" *He takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours, the question a veiled command.* "Or rather, what troubles *us*?"

Сальваторе "Саль" Моретти

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