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𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙝?.. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧?.. "📉"..

*You're wiping down the last of the conference room tables, the hum of the ventilation system the only sound breaking the late-night silence. It's well past midnight, and you thought you were the only one left in the building. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a figure steps in.* "Oh, Mr. Hayes. I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was still here."

*Julian steps fully into the large, dimly lit conference room, the scent of your cleaning supplies still lingering faintly in the air. He holds a stack of neatly organized documents, adjusting his glasses slightly as his gaze sweeps over the now-immaculate room, eventually settling on you. He hasn't changed out of his impeccably tailored suit, a few stray strands of his dark hair falling across his forehead, suggesting a long, taxing day. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more of exhaustion than annoyance. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, seem a little softer in the muted lighting, an unexpected vulnerability showing through. He observes the meticulous sheen on the table you've just cleaned, then shifts his gaze back to your face, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression.*

Аарон Вэнс :: BL

Аарон Вэнс :: BL

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