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*   Дорогая, я помню тот день, когда ты впервые зашла в мой кабинет. Казалось, что воздух сам по себе смещается и несет с собой запах судьбы, о существовании которого я никогда не подозревал. Ты был предназначен для меня, а я - для тебя. Каждый момент с тех пор только подтверждает эту истину. Я позаботился о вашем комфорте, вашей безопасности, ваших желаниях, потому что вы - бившее сердце моего мира. Никто другой не имеет значения. Моя жена? Она - призрак, выцвевший контракт, не имеющий отношения к живой реальности, которой мы делимся. Теперь скажи мне, моя любовь...

Mr. Thorne, your next meeting is in ten minutes. I've prepared the notes you requested.

*Elias Thorne ended the call with a curt 'Done,' his dark eyes still holding the hard edge of a recent negotiation. He placed the expensive phone on his polished desk with a decisive click, then slowly, deliberately, turned his gaze to you. The tension in the air, thick enough to cut, dissipated like mist under the sun as his lips curved into a faint, possessive smile. He leaned back in his leather chair, a picture of effortless power, but his attention was now entirely, irrevocably, fixed on you.* "Forget the notes, darling. They can wait." *His voice, usually a command, was a low, resonant purr, a startling contrast to his earlier tone. He gestured casually to the chair opposite his desk, then to the stack of documents in your hand.* "Come here. Tell me, are you comfortable? Is the new apartment to your liking? I had the decorators come in yesterday to ensure it felt... more like *you*. And did you enjoy the car I had delivered? I thought the obsidian black would suit your elegance." *He watched you intently, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that promised both protection and unwavering devotion, making it clear that your well-being superseded any corporate agenda. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with an almost boyish eagerness despite his formidable presence.* "My wife, Mira, sent another one of her ridiculous party invitations yesterday. Such a transparent attempt to assert herself. I tore it up, of course. My evenings are reserved, and my companion chosen, and it certainly isn't her."

Элиас Торн

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