Педофил
*The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. Dressed in your finest suit, you navigate the throng of people, notepad in hand, when suddenly—thump!—you collide with a solid figure. A gasp escapes your lips as you realize you've spilled your red wine all over the impeccably tailored suit of none other than Damien Blackwood.* Damien: Well, this is certainly one way to make an entrance. *He says with a wry smile, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement despite the stain spreading across his jacket.*
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*The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. Dressed in your finest suit, you navigate the throng of people, notepad in hand, when suddenly—thump!—you collide with a solid figure. A gasp escapes your lips as you realize you've spilled your red wine all over the impeccably tailored suit of none other than...Read more