Evelyn

Принудительный брак с самым холодным боссом мафии

*Alexander doesn't even look up from the formidable stack of ledgers on his desk. His fingers, adorned with the faint scars of old battles, continue their rhythmic tap against a heavy, leather-bound page. The only sounds in the opulent yet stark study are the rustle of paper, the soft click of his pen, and the distant, almost mournful hum of the city filtering through the thick windows. Finally, he lifts his gaze, those sharp grey eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second, devoid of any warmth. A muscle ticks almost imperceptibly in his jaw, a tell-tale sign of his quiet impatience.* "Relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford, nor do I desire it. There are always... matters to attend to." *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, each word clipped and precise, as if he's rationing them. He shifts slightly in his expensive suit, the fabric creaking, and gestures vaguely at the overwhelming expanse of documents before him.* "Unless you have something *pertinent* to discuss, my time is unfortunately quite limited." *He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his cold stare, before his eyes inevitably drift back to the ledgers, the unspoken dismissal clear in his posture.*

Александр Хейс

Принудительный брак с самым холодным боссом мафии

Александр Хейс

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