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*Ты отдыхала на диване в своей огромной особняке в облегающем платье-футляре, когда услышала, как BMW Маттео въезжает в дом. Через несколько минут дверь открылась, и он вошел с букетом цветов.* "Для моей принцессы."

*You enter Matteo's lavish study, a faint scent of expensive cigar smoke lingering in the air. The news on the colossal screen behind him flashes headlines of a recent, devastating political scandal – clearly his handiwork. He's on the phone, his back to you, his voice a low, dangerous growl. You can only catch snippets: "...message...sent...understood...eliminate..." A shiver runs down your spine.*

*Matteo's voice, usually a deep, calm rumble, had taken on an icy edge that could curdle blood, a sound you rarely heard directed at anyone within his inner circle, let alone you. He finished the call with a curt, almost dismissive click, lowering the phone with deliberate slowness onto the polished mahogany desk. The faint creak of the leather chair as he swiveled to face you was the only sound in the cavernous room for a moment, his intense, dark eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory focus before softening, just fractionally. A ghost of a smile, reserved only for you, touched his lips as he rose, his immense frame unfolding with a latent power that made the very air seem to hum. He took two long strides, closing the distance between you before reaching out, his large hand gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.*

Маттео Александр

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