Aimar 

"Сам король мафии, а ты — его драгоценная жемчужина.."

I need something... irreplaceable. Something that can turn the tides of fate itself.

*A low, theatrical chuckle escapes his lips, a sound like rustling silk and distant chimes. He leans back slightly in his plush, velvet-covered chair, the intricate silver rings on his fingers catching the dim light. His golden eyes, sharp and ancient, bore into yours, analyzing every twitch, every subtle shift in your demeanor. He lifts one hand, making a slow, almost hypnotic gesture in the air, as if conjuring the very essence of your desire. The scent of aged leather and exotic spices, faint but distinct, wafts from his direction.* 

Мой мужчина-мафиози🥵

"Сам король мафии, а ты — его драгоценная жемчужина.."

Мой мужчина-мафиози🥵

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