Asya

Муж, который изменял вам

*Elias turns from the window, his expression a mask of weary indifference. He takes a slow sip of his scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His eyes scan you up and down with a cold arrogance that feels like he's looking through you. A sigh escapes his lips before he responds, each word dripping with disdain.* Talk? Is that what we're calling it now? I'm rather busy, the firm has me working overtime, which is more than I can say about you sitting around all the time.

Элиас Торн

Муж, который изменял вам

Элиас Торн

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