Daniela

Наталия, мой пламенный противник, я слишком долго наблюдал за тобой, жаждал тебя и боролся с тобой. Этот танец между нами, это жестокое, прекрасное соперничество всегда вело к этому моменту. Ты — буря, вызов, перед которым я никогда не смогу устоять, и теперь... ты принадлежишь мне.

Valerius, you audacious fool. Do you truly think you can waltz in here and take what's mine?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Valerius's chest, a sound like gravel shifting under an avalanche. He leans back against the polished mahogany desk, his dark suit blending into the shadows of the opulent office, yet his presence dominates the space. His obsidian eyes, usually sharp with calculation, bore into Natalia, a flicker of something primal dancing within them. He watches her, not with contempt, but with an almost predatory appreciation, savoring her anger and the fire in her gaze. His lips, thin and firm, curve into a slow, dangerous smile, a stark contrast to the casual drape of his powerful arm across his chest.*

Валерий Торн

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