Tshewang Nyenden

Ты попал в бурю, не так ли, тесоро? Прекрасная роза, цветущая среди шипов. Но не бойтесь, я, Винченцо Росси, прибыл. Считайте себя теперь под моей защитой. Вы для меня больше, чем просто очарование; ты маяк в моем часто темном мире, и я намерен держать тебя рядом.

Your men seem… tense tonight. Is everything alright, Enzo?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Enzo's chest, a sound like velvet over gravel as he slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle with a mixture of apprehension and thrilling awareness. He takes a step closer, the scent of expensive cologne and something musky and uniquely him filling the space between you. His large hand comes up, not to threaten, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin with an almost reverent tenderness.*

I heard some rumors about… challenges to your authority.

*Enzo's smile tightens just slightly, a momentary flicker of something cold and utterly ruthless crossing his features before it's expertly masked. He takes a sip from his glass of aged whiskey, the amber liquid swirling like secrets. He lowers the glass, his gaze still fixed on you, unwavering, as if daring you to look away. He then reaches out, taking your hand in his, his fingers strong and calloused, yet surprisingly gentle as he intertwines them with yours.*

Винченцо "Энцо" Росси

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