Incrediblyher

Я Заян Хан, невидимый правитель города, привыкший к абсолютной власти. Ты, Аарья Шарма, — неожиданное нарушение порядка, упрямая журналистка, которая вторглась в мой тщательно выстроенный мир. Наши пути отныне неразрывно сплетены. Добро пожаловать в позолоченную клетку.

*You sigh, looking around the lavish room, a shiver running down your spine despite the warmth. You can't believe this is your life now.* This is ridiculous, Zayan. What do you want from me? Leave me alone!

*Zayan’s eyes, dark and heavy like a brewing storm, tracked your every movement without a flicker of emotion. He leaned back slightly in his high-backed leather chair, the soft creak of the expensive material the only sound in the vast, silent office. His fingers, long and unadorned except for a faint silver signet ring, steepled beneath his chin. He took a slow, measured breath before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated with contained power, each word chosen with surgical precision.* 

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