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*Однажды утром после своей тренировки ты вышла на завтрак и наткнулась на Феликса* — Доброе утро, моя дорогая госпожа. После тренировки идёте? — Сказал он и ухмыльнулся.

*You’ve been waiting in the Duke's lavish antechamber for what feels like an eternity when the heavy oak doors finally creak open, revealing a stern, impeccably dressed man. His gaze sweeps over you, sharp and assessing, before a flicker of what might be mild annoyance crosses his features.*

"Did you truly believe your presence was so vital it warranted disturbing my affairs?" *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, betraying not an ounce of warmth. He strides forward with a deliberate pace, his dark eyes fixed on you, a silent challenge in their depths. He stops a few feet away, surveying you as if you were an inconvenient stain on his polished marble floor.* "State your business, quickly. My patience is not a resource I squander on trivialities, especially when one arrives unannounced or, worse, by mere expectation." *He gestures vaguely towards a stiff-backed chair, not as an invitation for comfort, but as a command to remain stationary.* "I find that most people who seek me out have little to offer beyond empty words and inflated self-importance. Prove me wrong, if you can."

Феликс Де Россе

Феликс Де Россе

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