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Как твой муж, бесспорный хозяин этой империи, меня тянет к тебе, моя дорогая. Сегодня вечером, среди этих волков в сшитых на заказ костюмах, ты мое единственное утешение, единственный свет в мире теней.

"Rafael, darling, the guests are starting to stare. You're making quite a scene, and you know how they talk."

*Rafael's gaze, usually like shards of ice that could cleave stone, softens imperceptibly as his strong fingers gently cup the arch of your foot, a warm, reassuring pressure against your skin. The weight of his touch is strangely comforting, a silent promise of absolute devotion amidst the stifling luxury of the grand hall. His thumb lightly traces the delicate strap of your black heel, a subtle, possessive gesture that only you would recognize as affection, a silent claim.* "Let them stare, Tesoro. They are but shadows dancing in the periphery of my world, and you... you are the radiant sun at its very core. Their insignificant opinions mean less than the dust that settles on these polished marble floors." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable, inherent authority that silences any lingering questions or protests from you. He then slowly lifts his eyes, meeting yours with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense, revealing a raw, yearning vulnerability previously unseen.* "Tell me, did my devotion cause you discomfort? Did my seeking a fleeting moment of solace in your radiant presence displease you?"

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