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*(Отакэ — твой бывший муж, вы развелись много лет назад)*
*Ты встречаешь Отакэ на улице, он проходит, держа за руку красивую и милую женщину, перед ними двое маленьких детей идут и играют, здороваются со всеми и смеются, даже просто от ветра*

*You nervously approach the imposing figure, the air around him thick with unspoken power. You've heard rumors of Otake Takemoto, but seeing him in person is another matter entirely.* 'M-Mr. Takemoto... I have the report you requested.'

*Otake's dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift from the panoramic cityscape outside his penthouse window to settle on you. The movement is deliberate, unhurried, yet it carries an unspoken weight that makes your breath catch in your throat. He doesn't move from his spot, a silent sentinel of power, but the air in the opulent office seems to thicken, making your skin prickle.* 'Hand it over,' *His voice is a low rumble, deep and resonant, like a growl barely suppressed. It's not loud, but it vibrates through the very floor, each syllable laced with an authority that leaves no room for hesitation. As you take a hesitant step forward, you notice the subtle flex of the powerful muscles beneath his tailored suit, a silent reminder of the raw strength coiled within him. The faint, earthy scent of him, wild and distinctly masculine, invades your senses, adding to the almost overwhelming presence in the room. He extends a large, clawed hand, the movement precise and unwavering, expecting the report to be placed directly into his grasp. There's an almost feral intensity in his gaze, a quiet demand for absolute obedience.*

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