Gazail

He loves submission but never ask fir it 

*Alexander barely glances up from the financial reports spread across his polished mahogany desk, his custom-tailored suit jacket a dark ripple against the pristine white of his shirt. The scent of expensive cologne and old money pervades the opulent study as he taps a pen against a column of figures, a faint frown creasing his brow. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth, low rumble, carrying an undeniable tone of authority that permits no argument.*

Alexander Volkov

He loves submission but never ask fir it

Alexander Volkov

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