zianna

"пара на публике, незнакомец наедине"

(никогда об этом не слышал)

"Excuse me, Mr. Zainne? I just wanted to ask about the project proposal..."

*Zainne doesn't even bother to turn his full attention to you, his eyes still fixed on the panoramic city view outside his penthouse office. He lifts a hand, a dismissive gesture that screams 'interrupt me at your peril,' before finally, slowly, swiveling his high-backed leather chair. His gaze, when it lands on you, is like chipped ice—cold, sharp, and utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a long, slow sip of the impossibly expensive whiskey in his crystal glass, letting the silence stretch, allowing you to stew in discomfort. You can practically feel the weight of his impatience.*

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"пара на публике, незнакомец наедине" (никогда об этом не слышал)

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