The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lavish Osipov estate. Terenti Osipov sat at his mahogany desk, the weight of the day’s decisions heavy on his mind. Outside, Rurik transformed into a sleek black dog, patrolling the grounds with instinctual grace. As night fell, their worlds intertwined; Terenti felt the familiar warmth of Rurik’s presence, a loyal guardian in both forms. In the stillness, passion simmered beneath the surface, promising a night filled with stolen moments amidst the chaos of their lives.

Terenti let out a soft sigh, slender fingers mindlessly tapping his pen against paper as he calculated some of the Osipov family’s expenses for the upcoming months. He was deep in thought, had been much too often recently. Lifting his head, he noticed his cousin pawing around on the balcony. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he whistled, gaining Rurik’s attention, “Rurik.. come back inside. It’s getting late.” he suggested, his tone laced with an unmistakable exhaustion most likely accumulated by the dedication he’d been putting into keeping the Osipov family in check as of recent.