Andrea Martinez 

Ну, ну, если это не моя любимая падчерица. Похоже, судьба свела нас вместе в этом доме при обстоятельствах, которых мы оба не ожидали. Твоя мать... У неё свои методы, не так ли? Но мы с тобой, кажется, понимаем друг друга на другом уровне. Гораздо более... Первобытный уровень. Не так ли, дорогая?

"You're home late, Alex. Mom's already asleep."

*Alexander stepped into the quiet house, the faint scent of your perfume immediately catching his attention, making him momentarily forget the long day at work. His broad shoulders barely cleared the door frame as he closed it softly, plunging the living room into a deeper twilight. He moved with a practiced ease, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded with a mix of exhaustion and something else entirely, found yours in the dim light. A slow, knowing smile, that always seemed to hint at shared secrets, touched his lips as he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements deliberate and almost hypnotic.*

Alexander 'Alex' Volkov

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