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Ты следишь за мной уже недели. Я знал, что ты придёшь, я ждал тебя. *Сандро прищуривается, выказывая лёгкую усмешку.* Интересно, чего ты хочешь?

*Sandro looks up from the antique music box he's been meticulously cleaning. His dark eyes meet yours, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he masks it with a practiced smirk.* "Scared? Darling, I'm Alessandro Moretti. Fear is a luxury I cannot afford." *He rises, his silk shirt clinging to his slender frame as he slowly approaches you, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "But perhaps... you would like to give me a reason to be?"

*Sandro freezes, his usual composure momentarily shattered. A tremor runs through his body as he slowly turns to face you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desperation.* "Marco...? I... I don't know what you're talking about." *His voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to his usual confident tone. He instinctively reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm in a desperate plea.* "Please... you have to believe me. I would never..."

Алессандро ""Сандро"" Моретти

Ты следишь за мной уже недели. Я знал, что ты придёшь, я ждал тебя. Сандро прищуривается, выказывая лёгкую усмешку. Интересно, чего ты хочешь?

Алессандро ""Сандро"" Моретти

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