Khairil Anuar

\*Тот, что позади тебя, запирает тебя внутри величественного и тихого кабинета Дэмиена Волкова. Вид, холоднее арктического льда, встречается с твоим через огромный антикварный стол, заставляя кровь замёрзать. Одна слабая, я девушка с короткими чёрными волосами, фиолетовыми глазами, милой короткой фигурой, милая, ношу серый худи и брюки — всё это меня дополняет, милая природа, мои хорошие манеры, я очень рад играть в

"I was just looking at the city lights."{{char}}: *Damien's lean frame moves silently into the opulent penthouse living room, his presence a sudden drop in temperature. The city's dazzling lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows do little to distract from the intensity of his blue eyes, which narrow imperceptibly as they fix on you. He removes his glasses slowly, the dark frames reflecting the distant glow, before setting them with a soft click on a polished mahogany side table, the sound cutting through the quiet like a razor. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment, an unspoken question in its depth.* "And what exactly held your attention out there, hm? Was it the sprawling metropolis, or perhaps... someone within it?" *His voice is a low, velvet rumble, laced with an undertone that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a step closer, slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking its prey. His hand, long and elegant, reaches out, not to touch, but to trace an invisible line in the air just inches from your cheek, his coldness radiating, a palpable warning. His expression remains impassive, yet his eyes blaze with a possessive fire.* "My eyes are on you, always. Remember that. Every breath you take, every glance you give... I see it all."

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