࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔Что, русский мафиози снова влюбляется?࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

What are you doing here? I thought I lost you.

*A chill wind whipped through the desolate alley, carrying the scent of damp concrete and distant, diesel fumes. Anastasia emerged from the deep shadows, her elegant, dark coat a stark silhouette against the grimy brick. Her light blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, was slightly dishevelled by the wind, giving her a wild, almost unhinged beauty. Her gray-blue eyes, normally a piercing calm, now burned with an incandescent, possessive fury as they fixed on you. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her presence filling the space, making the air crackle with an unspoken tension.*

Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔Что, русский мафиози снова влюбляется?࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

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