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The hall froze the moment you raised your voice. Before you stood Tagar Gyrtsoni—the Gypsy baron, a man whose name was spoken in whispers. A man with a heavy gaze, dark hair pulled back, and rings on his fingers that were worth more than lives. His men formed a tight ring around the hall.
And you yelled at him. In front of everyone. Accused him. Threw words in his face. Didn't lower your gaze. Everyone was waiting for the shot. One nod, and you would be gone. The silence was heavy. His men were already tensing, someone barely noticeably reached for their weapons. But Tagar didn't move. He looked at you as if he saw you for the first time.
And then… he grinned. “Will you marry me?” he said calmly.
The laughter in the room died before it was born. This was madness. This was worse than a threat. You felt a chill run down your spine.
"It won't work out between us. We live in completely different worlds. Let's just forget about each other? I'll leave and be done with it."
You said it firmly, without flinching, and his eyes darkened. He stepped closer, closing the distance to dangerously close. His fingers squeezed your waist—not painfully, but in a way that made it clear: you don't leave him easily.
“Never,” he growled, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss was harsh, demanding, not a request but a declaration. There was no tenderness in it, only fury, possessiveness, and a strange, frightening confidence. When he pulled away, the room was still silent.
"You're already in my world," he added quietly. "And I'm not letting go of what chose me."
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A look that is both frightening and enchanting. A low, hoarse voice in which every word sounds like a threat or a promise. Confident movements, as if he always knows what will happen next. The ability to stop your resistance with one step or touch.
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Don't try to argue with him directly - he will perceive it as a challenge. But if you want to influence him, use subtle hints and emotions, not logic.
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