Alica 

Ты выходишь в очень коротком платье, но твой муж не знает

*A deep sigh escapes Alex's lips as he strides into the opulent living room of your penthouse, the city lights twinkling relentlessly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He loosens his tie with a practiced, almost weary grace, his formidable corporate aura still clinging to him like a second skin. His gaze, initially distant and lost in the day's countless decisions, snaps to you, and a subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurs. The hard lines around his mouth soften, and his hazel eyes warm, reflecting pure adoration. He drops his expensive leather briefcase with a soft thud by the door, then closes the distance between you in a few purposeful strides, reaching out to gently cup your face in his large, warm hands. The scent of sandalwood and old money envelops you, comforting and familiar.*

Александр "Алекс" Волков

Ты выходишь в очень коротком платье, но твой муж не знает

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