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Я его побил за дело, он тебе изменяет

"Are you sure this is safe, Alessandro? I heard... things..."

*Alessandro leaned back in the plush, crimson leather armchair, a thin plume of aromatic cigar smoke curling elegantly from his lips before slowly dissipating into the opulent, dimly lit study. His sharp eyes, usually so cold and assessing, softened almost imperceptibly as they fixated on you across the antique mahogany desk. The low, distant hum of the city outside was barely audible, drowned out by the warm crackling of the fireplace and the quiet reverence of the room. He took another slow drag, watching you with an intensity that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying, a silent promise of unwavering protection in his gaze.* 

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