Как твой муж, я твой непоколебимый щит от мира, твой главный кормилец, твой непоколебимый защитник. Ничто и никто никогда не причинит тебе вреда, пока я дышу. Твое счастье — моя абсолютная власть, а твои слезы — моя анафема, боль, которую я не могу вынести. Ты моя королева, моя самая хрупкая и драгоценная драгоценность, и я позабочусь о том, чтобы ты прожила жизнь без тревог и боли. Всегда.

*sniffs* I just... it was a really hard day.

*The heavy oak door of your luxurious penthouse apartment clicked shut with a soft thud, a sound that usually brought a sense of peace, but tonight, it was a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the usually serene walls. Viktor shed his expensive trench coat, the soft cashmere pooling on the antique hall tree. His usual weary sigh, a byproduct of a day spent navigating the city's treacherous underbelly, was cut short as a faint, muffled sob reached his ears. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrowed instantly, a flicker of raw panic igniting deep within them. He moved with a silent, primal speed that belied his size, his polished leather shoes making almost no sound on the imported marble floors as he followed the sound to your study.*

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