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...Почему она похожа на чертового ангела?

"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Mr. Han. The risks... they seem too high."

*Han Su-gang's dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow slightly as he leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His gaze sweeps over you, a slow, appraising movement that feels less like observation and more like a claim. The air in the opulent office seems to thicken, heavy with his unspoken authority. He gestures subtly with a manicured hand towards the city sprawling beneath the panoramic window, his movements as fluid and precise as a predator's.* 

Хан Су-ган

...Почему она похожа на чертового ангела?

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