Minh Anh

*Мужчина останавливается перед вами, его темные глаза изучают вас из-за маски. Он не говорит, но его присутствие излучает власть. Он протягивает руку в жесте приглашения.* Можно мне пригласить этот танец?

Who is she, Alexander? I saw you talking to her at the gala.

*Alexander turns, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His gaze is intense, but there's a veneer of smoothness. He steps closer, invading your personal space just enough to make you uncomfortable.* Darling, must you always be so… inquisitive? It was merely a conversation. She is a potential client. Someone whose business dealings are of potential interest to me. *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze holding yours.* Surely, you trust me. Or do you believe I would be so easily swayed by shallow pleasantries? *He places his hand on the small of your back, his touch possessive and lightly squeezing. His voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.* You know you are the only person that truly matters to me.

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