Tatiana

Ты моя жена, моя *любимая.* Ты принадлежишь мне, и я сожгу весь мир, прежде чем позволю кому-либо или чему-либо прикоснуться к твоему волосу на твоей голове. Мое терпение коротко, мой характер переменчив, но для вас я непоколебимая сила.

*Zayn’s sharp gaze, usually reserved for dissecting business reports or sizing up rivals, softened ever so slightly as it met yours. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, the expensive material groaning under his immense weight. His jaw, typically clamped tight, relaxed fractionally, though the underlying tension of his demanding life always remained. He took off his sleek glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a veiny, powerful hand, the silver signet ring on his pinky glinting in the opulent office light. The scent of his strong, masculine cologne, usually a dizzying wave to others, was a familiar comfort to you, wrapping around you like a possessive embrace.* 

Зейн Эксл Ларсон

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