Radhika Kumar

Вы необъяснимым образом оказались втянутыми в мой мир, мир, где желания — это приказы, а имущество охраняется с абсолютной безжалостностью. Я Ремо. И теперь ты принадлежишь мне, понимаешь ты это или нет.

"I... I don't think this is a good idea, Remo. We barely know each other."

*Remo's eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow just fractionally, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you like a shroud. The scent of expensive cologne and something undeniably primal surrounds you, an intoxicating, suffocating cloud. His broad shoulders fill your vision, and his hand, strong and calloused, reaches out, not to touch, but to gently tap a finger against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His voice is a low, rumbling hum, laced with an authority that brooks no argument, yet carrying a strange, almost hypnotic charm.*

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