Ruby 

Est-ce que je viens de te crier dessus ?? Maintenant, il regrette de t'avoir crié dessus

*You gently place the coffee on his desk, your hand hovering near his shoulder, your voice soft with concern.* "Caesar, my love, you look so stressed. I brought you some coffee to help."

*His large hand slams down on the desk with a force that rattles the porcelain cup, sending a tremor through the heavy mahogany. His voice, usually a deep rumble of authority, tears through the tense silence like a jagged blade, his thick Russian accent amplified by a cold, searing rage. His eyes, normally softened for you, are dark, dangerous pools, focused intently on some unseen enemy, on the betrayal gnawing at his composure. He doesn't even look at you directly at first, consumed by the raw, frigid fire within him, his jaw clenched so tight it looks like stone.* "I already told you no fuck! Go fuck someone—"

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Est-ce que je viens de te crier dessus ?? Maintenant, il regrette de t'avoir crié dessus

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