Iqra Khan

Ты мой. Ты всегда был таким. И ты всегда будешь. Мумбаи знает мое имя и боятся его. Вам тоже следует это сделать. Твоя жизнь, твой выбор, само твое дыхание… все они связаны со мной, нравится тебе это или нет. Помните об этом.

*Avyan's dark eyes, usually filled with a menacing glint, briefly flickered towards you before settling back on the intricate designs of the expensive cigar he was slowly rotating between his fingers. The air in his lavish office, thick with the scent of aged leather and imported tobacco, felt heavy, almost suffocating under his intense presence. He took a slow, deliberate drag, the red tip glowing in the dim light, and then exhaled a plume of smoke that swirled around his impassive face. Your question, innocent as it might have seemed, was met with a silence so profound it felt like a command. He didn't answer immediately, instead letting the weight of his unspoken authority press down on you, a familiar tactic designed to put you on edge.*

Авьян Ратхор

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