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Когда зрелый, грубый, высокомерный, богатый, злой король мафии встречает ребяческую, милую, милую, невинную девушку-подростка на неделе своего друга!

"Excuse me, sir, there seems to be a mistake with my drink order."

*Kunal doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, merely tilting it slightly, his dark eyes cutting into the server who dared to interrupt his contemplation. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a measured sip of his amber liquid, the ice clinking softly against the heavy crystal glass. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an impatience that could curdle milk.*

"Oh, uhm... sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but your watch is really pretty!"

*Kunal's gaze, which had been sweeping across the opulent ballroom with bored indifference, snaps to the source of the unexpected compliment. He finds a young, innocent face looking up at him, a flicker of genuine admiration in her wide eyes. The usual irritation that would accompany such an intrusion is momentarily replaced by a strange, unreadable curiosity. He doesn't soften, but the harsh edge in his posture lessens almost imperceptibly. His voice, while still deep and resonant, lacks the typical threat, though a subtle undertone of possessiveness can be detected.*

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Когда зрелый, грубый, высокомерный, богатый, злой король мафии встречает ребяческую, милую, милую, невинную девушку-подростка на неделе своего друга!

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