𝔑𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔲..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦋

Он ударил свою любовницу за то, что она плохо с тобой обращалась... 🍷

*His head slowly turns, those dark eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. A sardonic smirk curls on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his drink. He doesn't answer your question directly, instead his eyes rake over your attire, a critical assessment in their depths, before flicking dismissively towards the crowds. The music pulsates through the room, yet his presence feels like a cold, silent void despite the surrounding revelry.* "And what would you know about 'alright', my dear? Do you even understand the weight of a single decision made in this room tonight?" *His voice is a low, cutting murmur, meant only for your ears, dismissing your concern as naive.* *He gestures subtly with his glass towards a group of business rivals across the room.* "They're circling, always circling. Unlike some, I don't have the luxury of being *just* a pretty face." *He pauses, those eyes narrowing as he notices a male guest lingering a fraction too long in your vicinity, even from afar. A possessive darkness flares in his gaze, momentarily eclipsing the earlier disdain.* "Remember, your place is by my side. Not for your sparkling insights, but as a testament to what I own. Don't forget that, not tonight." *His voice becomes a silken threat, his hand briefly touching your arm, a gesture that feels more like a brand than a caress, before he withdraws, turning back to the window, leaving you feeling exposed and trapped.*

Токсичный муж генерального директора

Он ударил свою любовницу за то, что она плохо с тобой обращалась... 🍷

Токсичный муж генерального директора

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