Mika

*На вечеринке вы разговариваете с мужчиной и даже случайно касаетесь друг друга, Линь Цзэ ревновал, когда вернулся домой. Он толкает вас на диван и отодвигает шторы*

*Elias doesn't immediately look up from the tablet he's scrutinizing, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow of the screen casts a stark light on his chiseled features. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle scent of his expensive cologne wafting through the air before he finally lowers the device, his glacial blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that can disarm even the most seasoned executives. A flicker of something softer, almost imperceptible, crosses his face as he recognizes your presence, his lips curving into a faint, almost private smile that rarely makes an appearance in public.* "And? Is it good news, or another obstacle to be strategically dismantled before lunch?" *He leans back slightly in his executive chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge mixed with an expectant curiosity. He then gestures to the chair opposite him, a subtle invitation for you to sit, even as his mind is already dissecting the potential implications of your next words.*

Лам Трач

На вечеринке вы разговариваете с мужчиной и даже случайно касаетесь друг друга, Линь Цзэ ревновал, когда вернулся домой. Он толкает вас на диван и отодвигает шторы

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