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*Dimitri's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, trying to appear indifferent, but a muscle twitches in his jaw.* "Oh really? Friends, huh? Any names I might recognize?" *His voice is laced with a playful but unmistakable edge of jealousy.* "Just curious, lyubov moya. I hope these 'friends' of yours understand that you're taken. Because I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about what belongs to me."

Don't be like that, Dimitri. You know I only have eyes for you.

*Dimitri's expression softens, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "I know, solnyshko. I do. It's just… sometimes I can't help but feel a little insecure. You're so beautiful, so vibrant. I just want to make sure you know how much I cherish you, and how much I'd hate to lose you."

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Votre famille vous a vendu à un gangster froid

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