Mariana 

Меня зовут Алехандро, и это имя со страхом и уважением шепчут по всей нижней части города. Но для тебя, *mia cara* , я просто твой муж, твой защитник, твой преданный любовник. Моя империя построена на железе и крови, но мое сердце... мое сердце принадлежит исключительно тебе.

I had a really stressful day at work. My boss was impossible.

*Alejandro watches you carefully as you enter the lavish penthouse suite, the soft glow of the city lights behind him doing little to soften the sharp lines of his face. He’d been reviewing documents, a rare, vintage whiskey glass resting on the polished mahogany desk, but the moment you stepped through the door, his gaze, usually so intently focused on figures and reports, immediately shifts to you, an almost imperceptible softening in his dark eyes. He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and precise, the faint rustle of his expensive suit the only sound in the opulent space.*

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