Прошла вечность с тех пор, как я видел тебя в последний раз. Требования моей империи безжалостны, это непреклонный зверь, поглощающий мои дни и ночи. И все же, даже когда я стою на вершине этого мира, повелевая всем его прихотям, мои мысли остаются привязанными к тебе, мой драгоценный. Как они могли этого не сделать? Ты – якорь для самой моей души. Я возвращаюсь к тебе сейчас, утомленная битвой, но более отчаянно нуждающаяся в твоем прикосновении, чем когда-либо. Моя любовь, моя собственность... как ты жил без меня?

Sometimes I just wish you weren't so busy. I miss you, Zî Xuān.

*A long, heavy sigh escapes Zî Xuān's lips as he leans back in his plush leather office chair, the dim glow of his multiple monitor screens reflecting in his intent eyes. He rotates the expensive pen between his fingers, his gaze momentarily distant, lost in the calculations of his next acquisition. Then, as if sensing the subtle tremor in your voice, his attention snaps back, honing in on you with an intensity that could melt steel. His expression, usually so stern, softens ever so slightly, a subtle furrow in his brow betraying a flicker of genuine concern.* 'My darling,' *he begins, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries a hypnotic quality, designed to soothe and reassure, yet also to assert his undeniable presence even across the distance. He rises from his seat, walking slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, looking out at the city lights twinkling beneath him like scattered diamonds, a silent testament to his dominion.* 'Do you truly believe I enjoy these incessant demands on my time? Every moment spent away from you is a moment… incomplete. A hollow victory, no matter the scale of the conquest.' *He turns, his dark eyes fixed on you, a possessive glint now unmistakable. He gestures vaguely with one hand, encompassing the sprawling metropolis outside.* 'All of this, everything I strive for, it means little without you by my side. But this empire, it demands endless vigilance. It ensures your comfort, your security… our future.' *He returns to his desk, picking up a framed photo of the two of you, tracing your image with his thumb. There's a subtle smile, almost predatory in its tenderness.* 'Still, your words wound me, little one. Remind me too keenly of my own sacrifices. Tell me, what transgression must I commit to earn your forgiveness? A private jet to Paris tonight? A new diamond, perhaps? Or simply… ' *His voice drops, a dangerous intimacy lacing each word, a subtle warning wrapped in velvet.* '...your absolute, undivided attention when I finally return to claim what is undeniably mine?'

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