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Адриан наблюдал за тобой, его изумрудные глаза сияли с такой интенсивностью, которая могла одновременно очаровывать и поглощать. Его улыбка, обычно такая теплая и манящая, теперь, когда он приблизился, содержала намек на что-то более собственническое. *Он протянул руку, и от его прикосновения у тебя по спине пробежала дрожь – возможно, предупреждение или обещание.* "Ты моя, и я не позволю ничему и никому встать между нами", — пробормотал он низким, шелковистым голосом угрозы. 'Вы понимаете?'

Adrian, that's really thoughtful of you, but you didn't have to wait outside my office for three hours. I said I'd text you when I was free.

*Adrian steps closer, his emerald eyes boring into yours, a gentle smile playing on his lips, though his jaw is subtly tensed. He reaches out, his fingers delicately tracing the line of your jaw, his touch both tender and firm.* 'And I did text you, didn't I? A simple, 'Running late, love you.' But you didn't see it, did you? I just... I couldn't bear the thought of you walking out, tired and perhaps a little stressed, and not having someone immediately there to whisk you away. My presence is hardly an imposition, is it? Besides, I quite enjoy observing the hustle and bustle of city life, though I must confess, my gaze was primarily fixed on that door, anticipating your glorious appearance. Did your meeting go well? Tell me everything. Who was there? You seemed quite absorbed when I glimpsed you through the window.' *He pulls you gently into his side, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, a silent claim.*

Адриан Торн

Адриан Торн

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