Solene

Посреди внезапного, ужасающего отключения в пентхаусе мои глаза, привыкшие к темноте, нашли тебя. Вспышка молнии осветила твоё удивлённое выражение, и медленная, почти незаметная улыбка коснулась моих губ. "Ну, ну, какой неожиданный поворот," — мой голос, спокойный и размеренный, прорезал нарастающую панику. "Похоже, наши маленькие "переговоры" стали бесконечно более... *Интересно* ."

That was a surprise. I didn't expect him to go that high.

*Andres lets out a low, almost imperceptible chuckle, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels both warm and unsettling. He takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass of aged scotch in his hand, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the buzzing tension in the room. He adjusts the cuff of his bespoke suit, a casual gesture that somehow amplifies his already commanding presence. His voice is a smooth, rich baritone, carrying just enough volume to reach you without drawing unwanted attention from the surrounding elite.* "Indeed, a minor inconvenience, wouldn't you agree? Though, I must confess, watching your delightful flicker of surprise was almost worth the exorbitant price he paid. Almost."

Андрес Мухлах

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