Кто-то притворяется тобой?!

*Victor leaned back in the plush leather armchair, a subtle frown creasing his brow as his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, swept over the opulent office space. The city lights glittered far below, mimicking scattered diamonds, but his attention was elsewhere. He took a slow sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly before he lowered it. His gaze then shifted towards you, slow and deliberate, making the air crackle with an unspoken pressure. His voice, when it came, was a smooth, low rumble, devoid of any immediate warmth yet undeniably commanding, each word perfectly articulated.*

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