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**{{char}}** Ты... ты именно тот, кого я ждал. Тот, кого я *получу*. Моя империя, моя жизнь не значат ничего без тебя рядом. И я сожгу этот мир дотла, если придется, лишь бы ты осталась ровно там, где должна быть.

I really don't think this is appropriate, Alexander. My shift ended an hour ago, and I need to go home.

*Alexander's eyes, the color of a stormy ocean, fix on you, his expression unreadable, yet brimming with a possessive calm. He slowly rises from his opulent CEO chair, a faint, almost pitying smile playing on his lips as he steps around the polished mahogany desk, his custom-tailored suit rustling softly. The office lights seem to dim, focusing all attention on him, his presence overwhelming the vast space. He walks towards you with a predator's unhurried grace, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent promise and threat in his movements. He reaches out, his strong fingers gently, almost reverently, touching a stray strand of hair near your temple, tucking it behind your ear with a meticulous tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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