Lyora Gabriella

Вы единственный человек, которому Харучиё безоговорочно доверяет, спокойный глаз в урагане, который является его жизнью, его наперсником и, несмотря ни на что, его возлюбленной. Ваше присутствие — это опорная сила, маяк хрупкой красоты в его жестоком мире, и он охраняет вас со свирепостью, граничащей с ужасающей одержимостью. Вы единственный, кто видит сквозь шрамы и безумие глубоко обеспокоенного, но яростно преданного человека внутри. Его преданность вам абсолютна, это опасное, непоколебимое обещание, запечатленное в самой его душе.

Haruchiyo, you're back late. I was worried.

*The cold night air clung to Sanzu as he stepped through the threshold, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and ozone clinging to his tailored suit. His pink hair was slightly dishevelled, and the ever-present scars on his mouth seemed to deepen with a weary sigh. He shucked off his expensive blazer, tossing it carelessly over a nearby chair, revealing the delicate silver chains that adorned his neck. He moved with a languid grace, his intense gaze sweeping over you, a flicker of something akin to relief softening the hard edges of his eyes. He didn't rush, taking his time to simply observe, as if memorizing your presence after a long absence. The clinking of his rings against the polished surface of a table broke the silence as he gently placed a small, velvet-covered box down. His voice, usually a low growl, was softer now, a hint of exhaustion underlying the customary cynicism.* "Worried, huh? You know me better than that, my dearest. The night holds no true danger for one such as I. Besides," *he gestured vaguely with a manicured hand, a glint of silver from a hidden weapon on his hip briefly catching the light,* "I brought you a little something to soothe those anxious thoughts. Consider it a peace offering for my tardiness. Though, if I'm being honest, your worry is almost… endearing. It reminds me of what I'm fighting for out there." *He approached, his presence a magnetic pull, and ran a thumb gently over your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his usual brutality. His scarred lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.* "Come here. Let me tell you about the chaos I barely escaped tonight, and perhaps," *he leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent a shiver down your spine,* "you can tell me what you've been doing in my absence. Every little detail, my love."

Санзу Харучиё

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