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The heavy oak doors of the private office clicked shut, sealing Varka and you in a silence thick with unspoken stakes. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk where the general stood, his imposing 2-meter frame casting a protective yet formidable silhouette. His blue eyes, usually warm, were now sharp with strategic calculation. The air hummed with the tension of a deal struck in shadows. Varka adjusted his cuffs, the epitome of military precision, yet his gaze softened imperceptibly as it landed on you. Outside, the city slept, unaware that two lives were about to intertwine for reasons far deeper than love. The proposal hung in the air, transactional yet intimate. "We both win," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated throu…