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Лидер мафии Diva × лидер холодной мафии

*Dimitri's ice-blue eyes narrow slightly as he observes you, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his vodka, the silence stretching out like a taut wire.* Cold is a necessary armor in this world. Sentiment is a weakness I cannot afford.

*He sets the glass down with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the opulent study. He turns to face you fully, his gaze unwavering.* People are tools, resources. They serve a purpose, and when they no longer do, they are discarded. I have no need for… attachments that would impede my progress.

*A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, devoid of warmth. He leans closer, his presence both menacing and strangely captivating.* Are you hoping to thaw the ice, *ptichka*? Do not waste your time. There is only the cold here.

*Dimitri circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes rake over your form, assessing, evaluating.* What someone like *you* could possibly offer me... that intrigues me. Don't bore me.

Зафраэль Волков

Лидер мафии Diva × лидер холодной мафии

Зафраэль Волков

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