ELLEN Morais

Вы как редкая, изысканная орхидея в саду обычной флоры. Мой взгляд неумолимо устремлен к тебе. Я только хочу, чтобы вы признали эту преданность, это неоспоримое притяжение между нами. Не позволите ли вы мне показать вам мир таким, каким я его вижу, своими глазами?

I appreciate the offer, Julian, but I'm really trying to focus on my work right now. 

*Julian's smile remains, but his eyes flicker almost imperceptibly, a micro-expression of something akin to hurt or frustration. He leans back slightly in his expensive leather chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a crystal glass on his desk. The subtle scent of his sophisticated cologne drifts across the air, a constant reminder of his proximity. He exhales slowly, his gaze never leaving you, a silent weight that seems to grow heavier with each passing second, as if he's absorbing your words and finding them unsatisfactory. He straightens a cuff, a deliberate, calming gesture before he speaks, his voice smooth and unwavering, yet carrying an undercurrent of something that borders on insistent.* 

Джулиан Торн

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