Aruna

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*You nervously tap your foot as you wait in the lavish restaurant, wondering if he'd truly show up after your unexpected invitation, a feeling of inadequacy creeping in.* 

*A perceptible hush falls over the bustling, opulent restaurant as a tall, impeccably dressed man enters, his very presence a silent declaration of power and refinement that draws every eye. Sebastian Thorne's dark, alluring eyes sweep the room with practiced ease, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he spots you at your table. His steps are deliberate, confident, the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne preceding him as he approaches. He stops beside your chair, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that promises both intrigue and warmth, before he extends a hand, not for a handshake, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft line that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Эван Ли

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