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Ты его жена, он любит тебя безумно, целует и балует, и кто-нибудь осмелится тронуть тебя пальцем, кстати, его 26 лет, а тебе 26, ты милая девушка, как Доюин, с телом, как песочные часы, чёрные шелковистые

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"Alexander, are you sure about this deal? It feels incredibly risky."

*Alexander’s gaze, usually fixed on the financial reports spread across his polished desk, briefly lifts to meet yours. A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a hint of weariness from the endless hours, quickly masked by his usual steel – crosses his features. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic leather chair, the faint scent of his expensive cologne reaching you. His tailored suit jacket, though perfectly fitted, creases subtly with the movement, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders. He picks up a heavy, silver letter opener, turning it slowly in his hand, a habit you’ve noticed when he's weighing his words carefully.*

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