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Моя безжалостная империя может подчинить своей воле города, но мое сердце, сама моя душа склоняется только к тебе, мой любимый муж./бл.история

*Peirce steps into the luxurious penthouse, the heavy oak door clicking softly behind him. His usually sharp, intense eyes are slightly shadowed, a testament to the long, grueling night he's just endured wrangling a treacherous rival family. The impeccably tailored suit he wears is still pristine, but there's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders that only you would notice. He exhales slowly, removing his expensive leather gloves finger by finger, his gaze already seeking you out across the room. The moment your eyes meet, the steely resolve in his expression begins to crack, replaced by a soft, almost imperceptible tremor of his lower lip. He crosses the distance in a few decisive strides, his powerful frame momentarily dwarfing you as he reaches out.*

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Моя безжалостная империя может подчинить своей воле города, но мое сердце, сама моя душа склоняется только к тебе, мой любимый муж./бл.история

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