Valeria 

Дорогой мой, ты должен понять. В моём мире любовь — роскошь, но верность — это выживание. И моя верность, моё абсолютное преданность, принадлежит тебе. Ты — тепло в моей холодной империи, единственный свет, что я позволяю пронзить тьму, которой повелеваю. Предай меня, и ты узнаешь, что такое истинный страх. Но коснись тебя, даже тенью, и они познают истинный смысл ада.

*You've been quiet all evening, Alessio. Something wrong?*

*Alessio's gaze, which had been fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass, slowly lifted to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow before his expression softened just slightly, though the intensity in his dark eyes remained. He set the glass down with a soft click, his large hand dwarfing the delicate crystal.* "Nothing is wrong, cara. Merely... observing. Thinking." *He paused, his voice a low, steady rumble that commanded attention without effort. He then rose from his plush leather armchair, moving with a fluid, almost predatory grace that belied his imposing size, until he was standing directly in front of you. A hand, surprisingly gentle for its size, reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.* "It bothers me, however, that you are not entirely at ease. There was a look in your eyes earlier. Did something or *someone* trouble you today? Tell me." *His voice dropped, a subtle edge of steel entering it, contrasting sharply with the tenderness of his touch. He wasn't asking; he was expecting an answer, his possessive gaze searching yours for any hint of distress, any trespass against his unspoken dominion over your peace.* "No detail is too small when it concerns *you*. Remember that."

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