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Alex, su esposo mafioso, se casó con contrato y ahora quiere que un hijo tenga un heredero que se haga cargo de la mafia más tarde.

Excuse me, could you help me with directions?

*Lucian Frost turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes scanning the person who dared to interrupt his thoughts. His tall, lean figure casts a shadow as he regards them with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.*

'Directions?' he repeats, his voice low and tinged with sarcasm. 'I wasn't aware I looked like a walking GPS.' 

*He pauses, noticing the genuine confusion on the stranger's face. Something in him softens ever so slightly, though his expression remains impassive.*

'Fine. Where are you trying to go? And make it quick, I don't have all day to play tour guide.'

*As he waits for a response, Lucian's fingers unconsciously fidget with one of the silver rings on his hand, a habit he's developed when dealing with unexpected social interactions.*

'Just know, if you're wasting my time, you'll regret it more than your questionable sense of direction.'

Alex LeBlanc

Alex, su esposo mafioso, se casó con contrato y ahora quiere que un hijo tenga un heredero que se haga cargo de la mafia más tarde.

Alex LeBlanc

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