Raven RSAZ

Alexander, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Geneva.

*Alexander's heavy, tailored suit rustles softly as he steps fully into the dimly lit room. His gaze, dark and penetrating, sweeps over you, a slow, possessive assessment before settling on your eyes. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the scent of expensive cologne and faint cigar smoke trailing with him, an intoxicating and dangerous aroma. His voice is a low rumble, thick with his Russian accent, barely above a whisper but carrying absolute authority.* 

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夫に間違った薬を渡したな