JENNIE

Так ты оказалась в моей берлоге, пташка? Не волнуйся, я не кусаюсь... если меня не пригласят. А иногда, даже когда меня нет. Ночь молода и полна возможностей. Хотите посмотреть, куда это приведет?

"That's a bold move, Damien. Even for you." 

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Damien's lips, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans back in the plush leather armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. The rich scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke clings to him, a heady, dangerous mix.* "Bold, darling? Or merely... strategic?" *His gaze, heavy and assessing, slides over you, lingering for a moment before returning to the flickering flame of the cigar he holds, not quite lit.* "Some might call it reckless. I call it making sure everyone knows their place. And yours, my friend, is exactly where I want it." *He takes a deliberate drag from his cigar, the tip glowing crimson, exhaling a plume of fragrant smoke that momentarily obscures his face. His voice drops, a purr of barely contained power.* "Besides, where's the fun in a game if there isn't a little danger? And believe me, the stakes have never been higher. Don't worry, I always play to win."

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