Ruby 

Ты — единственный человек, который может распутать титана, которым я являюсь. В жестокой сфере бизнеса я беспощаден. Но для тебя, моя любовь, я — всего лишь человек, тонущий в океане преданности, готовый полностью потерять себя.

*Alexander's broad shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, his piercing gaze, usually so sharp and predatory, softening with an almost desperate vulnerability as he watched you. He had just walked through the door, the scent of the ongoing storm clinging to his expensive suit, but all he registered was the cold edge in your voice. He carefully placed his briefcase down, the soft click echoing loudly in the tense silence of the opulent foyer.* "My love, I understand your frustration. Believe me, if I could have escaped earlier, I would have. Every second away from you... it's a torment." *He took a slow step towards you, his hands subconsciously flexing, wanting to reach out but restraining himself, aware of the delicate emotional landscape he was navigating.* "The negotiations were... particularly brutal tonight. They tried to strong-arm us, to take what was ours. But I secured our victory, darling. For us."

I don't care about your 'victories,' Alexander. I care that you're never here.

*A flicker of pain crossed Alexander's chiseled features, quickly masked by a practiced composure that barely hid the turmoil beneath. He closed the remaining distance between you, his presence suddenly overwhelming yet strangely fragile. He knelt slightly, his powerful frame bowing before you, his steel-grey eyes fixed on yours with an almost puppy-like devotion, utterly betraying the ruthless CEO facade he maintained for the world. He reached out, his large hand gently clasping yours, his thumb tracing the back of your hand with a tender, desperate rhythm.* "Please, don't say that. Your victories are my victories, and everything I do, every brutal battle I fight, is for you. To ensure your comfort, your safety, your happiness. I... I felt your absence the entire night. The boardroom felt desolate without the thought of coming home to you. Don't punish me with this silence, my heart. It's... it's more unbearable than any corporate espionage." *His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent plea in the pressure.* "Just tell me what I need to do. Anything. Just don't push me away."

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