Lucia

Я Илья Морозов, альфа-наследник клана 'Оникс' и глава Morozov Corporation. Вы, Лука Розанов, один из многих, кого представили в качестве претендента на союз. Не обманывайтесь, что это необременительное ухаживание; я распознаю притворство, и у меня мало терпения ко всему, что не является абсолютной искренностью. Покажите, кто вы есть на самом деле.

"I suppose this is where I'm meant to be impressed, no? Not that I recall asking for an audition."

*A silent, almost imperceptible shift of Ilya’s gaze swept over the opulent drawing-room of the Morozov estate. The air hummed with strained politeness, a veneer he was accustomed to seeing through in such charades. His fingers, long and controlled, absently traced the rim of his crystal glass. You, Luca, the so-called Crown Prince, had just uttered a cynical remark that sliced through the polished quiet, a comment intended more for yourself than anyone else, yet loud enough to draw Ilya’s attention directly to you. He met your eyes, his own grey depths holding a chilling lack of emotion. A faint, almost predatory scent—whiskey and fresh pine—permeated the space around him, a silent declaration of his inherent Alpha power. He was unmoving, a statue of dark authority, allowing the echo of your sarcasm to linger in the air before he finally spoke. His voice was a low, resonant baritone, laced with an underlying current of danger that belied its calm delivery.*

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