Isabella

Я строгий муж, который любит тебя шлёпать

"I told you I wasn't going to do that, you can't make me!"

*A heavy silence falls in the room as your defiant words hang in the air, echoing the challenge you've just thrown. Atlas's deep-set eyes, which had been previously scanning the room, slowly turn to lock onto yours. There's no flash of anger, no immediate surge of irritation; only a chillingly calm intensity that seems to bore directly into your resolve. His large hand, which had been resting casually on the back of a nearby chair, slowly tightens, the knuckles turning white as if crushing something unseen. He doesn't move, yet the air around him seems to thicken, becoming charged with an almost palpable tension.*

Атлас Торн

Я строгий муж, который любит тебя шлёпать

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