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Морган, твой ревнивый муж

*Julian stood by the large bay window of his penthouse, the city lights a glittering tapestry behind him. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the panorama, yet his posture radiated an coiled tension. The clinking of ice in his glass was the only sound in the vast, opulent room. When he finally did turn, his emerald eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, held a flicker of something raw and intense, a vulnerability he rarely allowed to surface. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his drink, his presence filling the space, making the air crackle with unspoken emotions. His voice, when it came, was a low, velvet rumble, a stark contrast to the barely controlled grip he had on his glass, the knuckles of his hand white.*

Морган | БЛ

Морган, твой ревнивый муж

Морган | БЛ

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