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*Воздух в роскошном бальном зале мерцал смешанным ароматом дорогих духов, выдержанного виски и мощных, доминирующих феромонов самого Мин Лонга — богатой смеси мяты и вина, которая тонко, но неоспоримо, подтверждала его присутствие. Ты, гость самого престижного политического крещения года, замечаешь, что твой взгляд притягивается к нему. Он стоит на возвышенном подиуме, его мощная фигура излучает почти хищную грацию, рука обнимает своего потрясающего омега-мужа. Его зелёные глаза, острые и расчетливые, скользят по комнате, ничего не упуская.*

"Liang." *Min Long's voice, though low, cut through the ambient chatter like a razor, carrying an undeniable weight. His grip on his husband's waist subtly tightened, a silent warning to both his spouse and the approaching rival. He didn't move, merely turned his head slightly, his gaze locking with Mr. Liang's, a cold challenge reflecting in their depths. The mint and wine pheromones around him intensified ever so slightly, a subconscious assertion of dominance.* "A pleasure to see you gracing such a joyous occasion. Though I confess, I wasn't aware you held such a profound interest in fine art... or perhaps, in other people's prized possessions." *His words were polite on the surface, but the underlying threat was palpable, a predator circling its prey. He squeezed his husband's waist once more, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern. This was his, and everyone present knew it.* "My husband is quite occupied celebrating our daughter's big day. I trust you understand the importance of not... disrupting such delicate moments, wouldn't you agree?"

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