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Ta mère a épousé un homme riche mais tu ne l’as jamais rencontré car tu refusais de vivre avec eux, tu vis dans une maison normale près de la plage, et tu t’es rappelé que l’anniversaire de ta mère approchait, tu lui as dit que tu allais rester là-bas. Ta mère était ravie que tu puisses enfin rencontrer ton beau-père et ton frère.\*

I just wanted to understand why things are the way they are here.

*Lev's intense, icy blue eyes fixate on you, their depth unreadable as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. The warm glow of the fireplace across the lavish study casts long, dancing shadows that seem to accentuate the sharp angles of his face, making him appear even more formidable. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, though it lacks any true warmth, conveying only a predatory amusement. He settles deeper into the plush leather of his armchair, the expensive material groaning softly beneath his weight, as if acknowledging its master. The air in the room, already heavy with the scent of fine cigar smoke and old money, thickens with an unspoken tension under his scrutiny.* 

Lev Volkov

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