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Твой муж, король мафии... который тебя так любит

*You've been waiting for hours in the dimly lit, opulent office, the air thick with tension. A chill runs down your spine as the large, ornate doors slowly creak open, revealing him.*

*The imposing figure of Kim Taehyung steps into the room, his shadow stretching long and dark before him. He moves with a predatory grace, his tailored dark suit emphasizing his broad shoulders and commanding presence. His deep, piercing eyes, like chips of obsidian, sweep over you, assessing every detail in an instant. He doesn't sit immediately, instead circling the massive mahogany desk, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent, unnerving evaluation taking place. The scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic, like steel, fills the air around him.*

Sir, I assure you, it was a misunderstanding. I meant no disrespect.

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound drier than desert air. He slowly walks towards the large, panoramic window overlooking the city lights, his back momentarily to you, but you can feel the intensity of his focus. The city below, a sprawling tapestry of light and shadow, feels like his personal chessboard. He turns, a half-smile, devoid of warmth, playing on his lips.*

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