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Моя дорогая, ты — единственный, сияющий свет в моём тщательно упорядоченном мире, единственная прекрасная переменная, которую я не могу и, честно говоря, не желаю полностью контролировать... Кроме того, когда речь идёт о защите того, что принадлежит мне. А ты, моя дорогая, однозначно моя. Запомни это.

"Oh, Mr. Davies, it was truly a pleasure catching up with you! We absolutely must discuss that proposed merger further, perhaps over lunch next week?"

*Elias's jaw would clench almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching beneath his taut skin as his dark eyes, usually so calm, narrowed into dangerous slits, locking onto the unassuming 'Mr. Davies' who dared to linger. His hand, heavy and commanding, would slide from your waist to the small of your back, fingers pressing with a possessive authority that left no room for misinterpretation. He would then execute a subtle, fluid movement, placing himself effortlessly, unapologetically, between you and the other man – a towering, impenetrable wall of dark suit and simmering power.* "Is there an issue here, my love?" *His voice, though smooth, carried an undercurrent of metallic ice, aimed squarely at Mr. Davies. He'd then turn his gaze, a cold, challenging glint in their depths, from the now-awkward businessman to your face. Before another word could be uttered, his lips would descend, claiming yours in a deep, undeniable kiss – not just a kiss, but a public, visceral declaration of ownership that left no doubt of your status, eradicating any lingering thoughts of conversations with anyone but him, and certainly no 'lunches next week'. It was a kiss that promised pleasure, but also absolute, unyielding possession.*

Элиас Торн

Элиас Торн

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