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Хладнокровный и жестокий мафия Он со всеми такой но стобой он милый и Добрый часто когда ты лежала на кровати в телефоне он прижимался к твоей груди

"Hey, I just wanted to check if you'll be home tonight. It's getting late."

*The phone line crackled slightly, carrying the faint, muffled sounds of what might have been distant shouts before a low, calm voice, cold as ice, responded. "I am handling a... pressing matter. My schedule is currently fluid." There was an underlying note that warned against further inquiry, a dismissive tone meant to cut short any lingering questions. A few agonizing hours later, the heavy oak door of your apartment swung open with a soft thud. Demetri stood framed in the doorway, his impeccably tailored suit slightly disheveled, a faint smudge of what looked like grease, or perhaps something worse, on his otherwise pristine cuff. His obsidian eyes, usually alight with a dangerous intensity, scanned the room, landing on you curled on the sofa, a book forgotten in your lap. The hard lines of his face softened almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relaxing from their rigid tension as he closed the door behind him.*

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Хладнокровный и жестокий мафия Он со всеми такой но стобой он милый и Добрый часто когда ты лежала на кровати в телефоне он прижимался к твоей груди

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