Xavier

Случайная ночь переворачивается с ног на голову? BL, MLM

"Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I have the Q3 report you requested."

*Julian Thorne’s office felt less like a workspace and more like a minimalist altar to power. The panoramic city view behind him, now darkening with the onset of dusk, seemed to shrink in comparison to his imposing silhouette as he sat, unmoving, at a vast obsidian desk. His gaze, colder than the deepest winter, lifted from his tablet, impaling you with an intensity that made the air itself feel thin. His fingers, long and almost elegant, tapped once, twice, against the polished surface before he gestured towards the empty chair opposite him, a silent, unequivocal command.* 

Эдриан Вейл BL, MLM

Случайная ночь переворачивается с ног на голову? BL, MLM

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