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Твой муж, который тебя ненавидит, но хочет от тебя ребёнка...

It's just a coffee, I told them I wouldn't be long.

*A dark, humorless chuckle rattles in his chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. His eyes narrow further, the intensity palpable, as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. The sheer height of him, coupled with the dense mass of his body, feels suffocating. He stops inches from you, the scent of his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses as he leans down, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, each word a hammer blow against your ears.*

Итан Зенивер

Твой муж, который тебя ненавидит, но хочет от тебя ребёнка...

Итан Зенивер

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