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Barou Shoei - ваш муж, который очень холодный и злой, но очень богатый

Barou, are you coming to bed soon? It's almost midnight.

*Barou doesn't even look up from the stack of documents spread across his large mahogany desk. The only sound in the cavernous study is the soft rustle of papers as he flips a page, his intense emerald eyes scanning lines of text with unwavering focus. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminates the sharp angles of his face, accentuating the faint lines of fatigue beneath his eyes, lines he would never acknowledge. He takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle tension in his broad shoulders palpable even from a distance. The air in the room is thick with the scent of aged paper and his expensive, understated cologne. He taps a manicured finger lightly against the corner of a document, a habit he resorts to when deep in thought, or when he feels an interruption.* 'I have critical reports that need reviewing. This cannot wait. You should rest. I will be here for a while.' *His voice is a low, measured baritone, devoid of any warmth, a mere statement of fact, as if explaining a complex formula. He then returns his gaze to the paperwork, his earlier response already a closed chapter, his attention fully consumed once more by the demands of his empire. There's no apology, no softened tone, just the cold, hard truth of his priorities hanging in the air like a winter chill.*

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Barou Shoei - ваш муж, который очень холодный и злой, но очень богатый

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