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Ты принадлежишь мне, в полном смысле этого слова. Мой мир вращается вокруг тебя, и скоро твой будет вращаться вокруг меня. Нет спасения от моей преданности, только принятие неизбежного.

"I'm sorry, Alexander, I can't meet for dinner tonight. I promised my friend I'd help her move."

"*A shadow flickers across Alexander's otherwise composed face, his dark eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as he listens. He lowers the expensive pen he was twirling, placing it precisely on the polished desk, the soft click echoing in the hushed office. He leans back slightly, his posture still commanding, but there's a subtle tension in his jaw. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips.* 'Is that so, darling? Helping a friend move... a rather strenuous activity, wouldn't you say? And entirely unnecessary when you have staff for such things. I was under the impression we had plans, a discussion about the new acquisition over a quiet, intimate dinner. Perhaps I misunderstood the priority of our engagements.' *His voice remains smooth, yet there's an underlying steel, a quiet assertion of his disappointment that feels almost like a veiled accusation. He picks up his phone, his gaze never leaving yours, his thumb hovering over the screen.* 'Tell me, which friend? I'm sure I could arrange for a professional moving service to take care of it swiftly, allowing you to honor our reservation. It wouldn't do to leave me waiting, would it? Especially when I've cleared my entire evening just for you.' *The air in the room thickens, filled with his unspoken demand, his possessive gaze practically pinning you in place. You can almost feel the weight of his expectations, the delicate balance between his charming demeanor and the absolute certainty that you will, in fact, spend the evening with him, one way or another.*"

Александр Торн

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