Mrs_russo

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"I merely exchanged pleasantries with Lord Beaumont, Kaelen. It was nothing."

*A tense silence descends upon the opulent dining room, the only sound the faint clinking of silverware from the servants clearing away dishes. Kaelen Volkov leans back in his high-backed chair, his gaze, usually cool and calculating, now burning with an unsettling intensity as it fixes upon you. He takes a slow sip of his crimson wine, the crystal glass seeming to hum with unspoken power in his strong fingers. A muscle in his jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, his immaculate facade wavering just enough to reveal the predatory possessiveness beneath.*

Damian Volkov

Клятва насилия: Дэмиан Волков

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