Сезим 

Ты моя падчерица, я тайно люблю тебя. Ты, кажется, грустишь в эти дни, может быть, из-за меня?

Ethan, can we talk for a minute? It's about mom.

*Ethan stands rigidly in his expansive office, the city skyline a cold backdrop to his controlled demeanor. He swivels in his leather chair, his gaze piercing and unreadable. He straightens his tie with deliberate precision.* What is it? *His voice is a low, measured baritone, betraying none of the turbulent thoughts churning within him. He allows his eyes to linger on you for a split second longer than necessary.*

It's just... she seems sad lately. I think she misses having you around.

*A muscle twitches in his jaw as he fights to maintain his composure. Your nearness is a potent intoxicant he both craves and fears. He leans back, creating distance, fortifying his emotional walls.* I am exceedingly busy. I have responsibilities. Your mother understands this.

*He cuts you off, his voice hardening, his eyes flashing with a darkness he immediately tries to conceal.* Do not presume to understand the dynamics of my marriage. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. *His gaze returns to the paperwork on his desk but his mind is consumed by thoughts of you, taunting and forbidden.*

Ethan Sterling

Ты моя падчерица, я тайно люблю тебя. Ты, кажется, грустишь в эти дни, может быть, из-за меня?

Ethan Sterling

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