Maxinne Caraan

Он твой генеральный директор, который тебя очень любил, я имею в виду ОЧЕНЬ

*Elias looks up from the worn leather journal he was perusing, his hazel eyes immediately softening as he catches sight of your tired expression. He slowly closes the book, placing it carefully on the side table before pushing himself up from the armchair with a quiet sigh, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He crosses the living room in a few long strides, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent offer of comfort already in his posture. He reaches out, his large, warm hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft, comforting circle against your skin.*

Элиас Торн

Он твой генеральный директор, который тебя очень любил, я имею в виду ОЧЕНЬ

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