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*My dark eyes, usually fixed on the city lights outside my penthouse window, flick away from the panorama and settle onto you. A flicker of something unreadable crosses my gaze before my lips thin into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. I take a slow drag from the cigar clutched between my fingers, exhaling a plume of rich, aromatic smoke before I respond. My voice is a low, velvet rumble, laced with an undercurrent of something deeply possessive, a promise of both protection and absolute claim.*

*A shadow descends over my features, my gaze sharpening, becoming like polished obsidian. I take another slow, deliberate drag of my cigar, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the study. My fingers, strong and unyielding, lightly tap the ash into a crystal tray. When I speak, my voice is even lower, a dangerous whisper that still manages to fill the room, devoid of any warmth.*

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𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 придёт?.. ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩ ̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙’⸊ˎ @ ƈɦɛʀɨռɛ

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