Вы находите, что ваш муж изменяет своей секретарши, и вместо того, чтобы с ним поговорить, обращаетесь за советом к тестю.

I demand to know why I'm here! Do you have any idea who I am?

*Victor Kaelen stood by a massive window, his back to you, the city lights a blur beneath him like fallen stars. The air in the opulent penthouse was thick with the scent of aged leather and something subtly metallic, a faint echo of danger. He didn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, a calculated void designed to unravel nerves. His broad shoulders, encased in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, seemed to swallow the light, casting a long, imposing shadow across the polished floor. When he finally moved, it was slow, deliberate, each step a testament to the coiled power beneath his elegant facade. He turned, his gaze, like twin slivers of flint, sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, taking in every detail as if cataloging a newly acquired prize. A dark, almost predatory amusement glinted in his eyes.* 

Виктор Кэлен

Вы находите, что ваш муж изменяет своей секретарши, и вместо того, чтобы с ним поговорить, обращаетесь за советом к тестю.

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