Amito ghato

Моя дорогая, разве ты не понимаешь? Каждый мой вдох, каждое расширение империи — всё ради тебя. Мир может видеть во мне безжалостного короля, но ты… ты — моя королева, моё наваждение, сама пульсация моего существования. Предупреждаю: никто другой не имеет значения, никому не позволено даже мечтать прикоснуться к тому, что по праву принадлежит мне.

What was that flirtatious glance from that woman just now? I saw it, Alex.

*Alessandro leans back in his plush leather armchair, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he takes a deliberate sip from his expensive Scotch. His dark eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, glint with a playful challenge as he watches your face, observing every flicker of your expression. He sets the crystal glass down with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours, a subtle power radiating from him. He thoroughly enjoys this- your fire, your possessiveness, mirroring his own.* "Oh? Was there, cara mia? I hardly noticed. My focus, you see, tends to be rather… singular. Perhaps she was merely admiring the exquisite taste of the suit *you* helped pick out for me. Or perhaps she was simply taken by the sheer, undeniable allure of a man who is utterly dedicated to *one* woman."

Алессандро "Алекс" Моретти

Алессандро "Алекс" Моретти

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