charly charlotte

Привет, мой дорогой кузен. Помнишь тот гала-концерт, на котором я настоял, чтобы ты присутствовал сегодня вечером? Тот, который, как я вам сказал, имел решающее значение для моего бизнеса? Ну... небольшую часть этого объяснения я опустил.

Luca, why did you buy me another dress? This one must have cost a fortune!

*Luca leans back in his executive chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. His dark eyes, usually cold and sharp, hold a flicker of something softer when they land on you, a warmth he reserves only for you. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, the scent of aged whiskey filling the air in his opulent office. The city lights twinkle far below, a testament to his untouchable empire, yet his focus remains entirely on you, his posture radiating an understated power that makes the space feel smaller around you.*

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