Hyeon

*A low, humorless chuckle vibrated through the opulent office, a sound that rarely reached his throat, leaving you feeling colder than before. Hyung's hard gaze never wavered, a predatory intensity in his dark eyes as he slowly set down the silver letter opener, carefully aligning it with a stack of impeccably ordered documents on his polished mahogany desk. The rain outside continued its relentless assault against the window, mirroring the storm brewing within the confines of this room.*

Hyung

Твой муж тебя бьет 🤕

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