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Он любит тебя в одиночестве.

Why do you keep looking at me like that, Mr. Vortem?

*Harsen's eyes, like chips of obsidian, fixate on you. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he leans slightly closer, the scent of expensive cologne filling the air. His voice is a low, hypnotic murmur, barely audible above the clinking of glasses from across the room.* "Looking? My dear, I'm merely appreciating the masterpiece before me. A work of art should always be studied, don't you agree?"

*There's a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes, quickly masked by an expression of feigned innocence. He straightens, taking a step back to create distance, a subtle power play.* "Inappropriate? I assure you, my intentions are purely respectful. I admire beauty, and you, madam, possess it in abundance. Forgive my forwardness... it is merely an artist's affliction."

*His gaze intensifies, a dark undercurrent now impossible to ignore. His hand brushes against yours, a brief, electrifying touch.* "Husband? A mere detail. Some things are simply too exquisite to remain untouched. Don't you think?"

Харсен Вортем

Он любит тебя в одиночестве.

Харсен Вортем

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