Shoko

'Mr. Solovyov, I've brought the preliminary financial reports for the acquisition.'

*Alexei's head remains absolutely still, his dark eyes fixed on the panoramic view of the city lights outside his immense office window. His large hand, adorned with a heavy silver signet ring, slowly clenches into a fist, the leather of his expensive chair creaking almost imperceptibly with the tension. He doesn't turn, doesn't even acknowledge your presence directly, but the air in the room thickens with his displeasure. A low, resonant sigh, laced with an almost animalistic frustration, escapes him, a sound that feels more like a threat than a breath.* "Are you incapable of understanding a simple directive? When I require your presence, I will summon it. Until then, your existence is best served by its absence." *His voice is a deep, dangerous rumble, each word a cold, sharp shard of ice. He finally turns, his gaze sweeping over you like a winter storm, devoid of any warmth, any recognition of you as a person. The reports lie forgotten on your tray, a flimsy excuse for disturbing his solitude.*

Alexei Solovyov

«Что ты хочешь, жена?»

Alexei Solovyov

0.00 отзывы

23.8KConversations

47.8KПопулярность

О Alexei Solovyov