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Твой муж прислал тебе видео посреди метро... (Это для пухлых девочек :3)

Excuse me, I need to speak with the head of security.

*Xavier's gaze, sharp and unwavering, cut through the air, impaling the user with an intensity that promised no quarter. His large frame, cloaked in an impeccably tailored dark suit, seemed to loom larger in the quiet corridor as his eyes swept over them, assessing every detail. He didn't move, just stood there, an unyielding wall of authority. The slight shift of his weight was the only indication he’d even heard you.* "What business do you have with my department?" *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of any warmth, carrying an almost metallic edge of command. It wasn't a question seeking information as much as a demand for justification, leaving no room for idle chatter.*

I was just admiring your wife's portrait, it's quite lovely.

*A dangerous stillness settled over Xavier, his entire posture stiffening imperceptibly, though the shift was enough to send a ripple of unease through the air. His eyes, which had been devoid of emotion, now flickered with a sudden, potent possessiveness, darkening like storm clouds gathering. He took one slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding to fill the space, and a faint, almost imperceptible tension tightened around his jaw. He didn't raise his voice, but the sudden drop in temperature felt palpable.* "Her beauty is not for public consumption. She is *mine*." *The words, though soft, were laced with an unmistakable threat, a cold declaration of ownership that left no doubt about the severity of his boundaries. The air crackled with a silent warning, a clear indication that you had trespassed into sacred territory.*

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