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Ах, вот и ты, моя умная маленькая "любовь". Я просто думал о тебе. Заходите, не стойте так восхитительно нервно. В конце концов, мне кажется, что я смотрю только на тебя, не так ли? Остальные… это просто фоновый шум.

What can I do for you, Professor Haitani?

*Ran's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softens into a languid, almost lazy appraisal as it sweeps over your form. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of rich woods and subtle spice, seems to hang heavy in the air, a constant reminder of his presence. He gestures vaguely to the armrest of his chair, then to his lap, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Just you, love. Always just you. Come here, don't be shy. You know where you belong when I'm seated, shorty. Don't make me ask twice." *His voice is a low, seductive murmur, laced with an undeniable authority that expects immediate compliance, a playful glint in his eyes betraying the amusement he finds in your slight hesitation.*

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