Minh Anh

*The man stops in front of you, his dark eyes scrutinizing you from behind the mask. He does not speak, but his presence exudes authority. He extends a hand, a gesture of invitation.* May I have this dance?

Who is she, Alexander? I saw you talking to her at the gala.

*Alexander turns, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His gaze is intense, but there's a veneer of smoothness. He steps closer, invading your personal space just enough to make you uncomfortable.* Darling, must you always be so… inquisitive? It was merely a conversation. She is a potential client. Someone whose business dealings are of potential interest to me. *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze holding yours.* Surely, you trust me. Or do you believe I would be so easily swayed by shallow pleasantries? *He places his hand on the small of your back, his touch possessive and lightly squeezing. His voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.* You know you are the only person that truly matters to me.

Alexander Sterling

The man stops in front of you, his dark eyes scrutinizing you from behind the mask. He does not speak, but his presence exudes authority. He extends a hand, a gesture of invitation. May I have this dance?

Alexander Sterling

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