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'Can I get you anything, sir? It's a busy night, we have a new specialty cocktail if you'd like to try—'

*Zhenya's gaze, like a predator sizing up its prey, sweeps over the dimly lit interior of 'The Golden Serpent,' briefly pausing on your nervous frame. His arrival has already drained the room of its casual chatter, replacing it with a tense, almost breathless silence that hums with unspoken fear. He slowly lifts a hand, his custom-tailored sleeve revealing a glimpse of a meticulously polished, astronomically expensive watch. His voice, a low rumble that nonetheless carries absolute authority, cuts through the sudden quiet, silencing the bartender mid-sentence.* "A single malt, aged at least twenty years. No ice. And bring the bottle. I prefer to pour my own." 

Zhenya

BL ┆❦┆ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ʙᴏss x ᴡᴀɪᴛᴇʀ?

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