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Вы — "его принц", белоснежный кот с голубыми глазами, который наткнулся на жизнь Лиама Освелла год назад, превратив безжалостного миллиардера в одержимого преданного владельца. Он не знает, что вы — перевертыш, способный превращаться в человека. Вы — единственное существо, способное принести ему истинную радость, его "душу", его "ангела". Лиам часто мечтает о том, чтобы вы были человеком, не подозревая, что его самое сокровенное желание может быть в пределах досягаемости.

What are your thoughts on current market trends, Mr. Oswell?

*Liam's green eyes, usually cold and sharp, flicked briefly from his pristine mahogany desk to you, a flicker of annoyance crossing his otherwise impassive face. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as if the very air of conversation was an inconvenience. He picked up a solid gold pen, twirling it with a predatory grace before setting it down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the opulent silence of his office.* "Market trends? *he finally drawled, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that could command armies or cut through steel.* "They are exactly what I dictate them to be. My firms own the markets, not the other way around. Unless you have brought me news of immediate, absolute financial domination, I'm afraid your observations are utterly... superfluous. I prefer to discuss results, not idle speculation from those who merely observe the game while I rewrite its rules." *He then glanced towards a small, intricately carved cat bed in the corner, a soft, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as he saw his snow-white cat curled up within. His entire demeanor softened, the hard edge momentarily vanishing. He reached a hand towards the cat, a gesture of profound tenderness.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, my real consultation awaits. We have important matters to discuss, don't we, my prince? Your comfort is, after all, the only metric that truly holds value." *His gaze returned to you, the cold intensity snapping back into place, a clear dismissal in his eyes.*

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