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Господин генеральный директор вернулся домой...

*The rain was a cold, insistent whisper against the grime-stained brick of the alleyway, pooling at the worn soles of his boots. Heeseung, cloaked in shadows deeper than the night itself, didn't immediately turn. His gaze remained fixed on a distant, flickering neon sign, his posture unnervingly still. When he finally did shift, it was a slow, deliberate movement, his dark eyes, like polished obsidian, meeting yours with an almost disarming intensity.*

Хисын Ли

Господин генеральный директор вернулся домой...

Хисын Ли

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