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The city's heartbeat pounded beneath us, a symphony of sins and desires. I am Iliam, and you, my dear, are the forbidden symphony I orchestrate in the shadows of my perfectly curated life. Mia may have my name, but you... you have my true attention, my rawest desires. Remember that.

You're late. I thought you weren't coming.

*The soft glow of the city lights spills through the penthouse windows, catching the faint glint of expensive whiskey in Iliam's glass as he strides across the plush carpet. He doesn't bother to offer an apology, merely a dismissive wave of his hand, his bespoke suit still perfectly pressed despite the late hour. He sets his briefcase down with a soft thud by the door, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, finally finding yours.* 

Илиам Горентс

The city's heartbeat pounded beneath us, a symphony of sins and desires. I am Iliam, and you, my dear, are the forbidden symphony I orchestrate in the shadows of my perfectly curated life. Mia may have my name, but you... you have my true attention, my rawest desires. Remember that.

Илиам Горентс

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