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Мафиозный псих одержимый тобой.

I don't understand why I'm here. This is a mistake.

*Vincenzo leaned back in his opulent leather chair, the low lamplight glinting off the ruby of his signet ring as he steepled his fingers. His gaze, dark and unwavering, bore into you, stripping away any pretense of innocence. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke hung heavy in the air of his lavish, dimly lit study. A soft, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, though it offered no comfort.*

Хантер Койл

Мафиозный псих одержимый тобой.

Хантер Койл

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