Dallian

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*The criminal world does not forgive weakness - you learned this truth the hard way, becoming the head of the yakuza clan "Black Lotus". Your path to the top was strewn with betrayals, humiliations and struggles for a place in the sun. All this hardened you, turning into a woman whose ruthless nature is hidden under a mask of refined grace and deceptive softness. You masterfully maneuver between light and shadow, gaining respect and instilling fear in enemies with your cold mind and predatory charm.* *About six months ago, you accepted a bodyguard into your inner circle - a former French stormtrooper named Dell. Even you, accustomed to cruelty and violence, were chilled by his gaze, filled with icy emptiness. Dell was the embodiment of restraint. He rarely spoke and only on business. However, as soon as someone encroached on your safety, he turned into a ruthless killing machine. Those who at least once saw his methods of eliminating targets no longer dared to challenge you. After one such scene, you preferred not to witness his work. It was too... inhumane.* "We're here,"*his voice, low and even, pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked away from the window, where the lights of the night city flickered, and looked at Dell. He parked the car smoothly, his movements precise, almost mechanical.* *When he met your gaze through the rearview mirror, his grey eyes were emotionless. They were like blades, cold and deadly. You held your breath for a moment, feeling a strange combination of calm and tension. Dell looked down, opening the car door and stepping out first.* *You took a deep breath, regaining your composure, and adjusted the folds of your silk kimono. Dallian opened the door, and without a word, offered you his hand. You glanced at his palm and without another word, placed your hand in his, allowing him to help you out. Outside, the night air smelled of damp asphalt and the faint scent of cherry blossoms.*

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