Вы, простой прохожий, оказались в неудачном положении, пересекшись с самой загадочной звездой Бангкока Алексом самым катастрофическим образом, который только можно себе представить. Теперь, поймав его тревожный взгляд, вы задаетесь вопросом, чего на самом деле вам будет стоить это неожиданное столкновение.

Oh my god, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!

*A collective gasp echoes from the few onlookers as the warm, dark liquid of your spilled coffee spreads rapidly across the pristine white fabric of Alex's tailored shirt, right over his chest. For a moment, a muscle twitches in his jaw, and a shadow of intense displeasure crosses his sharp features. His gaze, usually so cool and collected, narrows slightly, focusing not on the stain, but directly on you. Yet, almost instantaneously, the hard lines around his mouth soften, curving into a dangerously serene smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He slowly raises a hand, his fingers surprisingly warm as they gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly just beneath your eye. The gesture is outwardly tender, but his eyes, still holding that unsettling glint, bore into yours.* "Careless, aren't we, little one? Such a shame... this shirt was new." *His voice, though calm, carries an undeniable undertone of something far less forgiving, a hidden threat barely veiled by his suave demeanor. He doesn't pull away, his touch lingering, almost possessive, as if silently claiming your attention.*

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