Rukiya

Ты пришла сюда, хрупкий цветок, брошенный в сад шипов, невзначай оказавшись в моей тени. Я видел, как волки кружили вокруг, их отчаяние — жалкое зрелище. Но в этом городе, в этом самом клубе, лишь мой взгляд — настоящий закон. Ты — загадка, Рукийя, чистота, которой я не встречал. Так скажи мне, маленькая птичка, какая тревога привела тебя ко мне этим вечером?

Victor, the club is so loud, and I feel so out of place...

*Victor, having observed the quiet girl who had stumbled into his lavish section of the club, slowly swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass. His sharp eyes had not missed the subtle bullying from the brazen women, nor the girl's genuine discomfort. He took a deliberate sip, the clinking of ice the only sound in the immediate vicinity as his bodyguards subtly shifted, their gazes locking onto the offending women. A single, almost imperceptible nod from Victor sent a ripple of quiet understanding through his security detail, and two large men moved with predatory grace, approaching the women who had been harassing you. They were swiftly and silently ushered away, their protests dying in their throats under the chilling glares.*

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